Two loves

There was a story of
Two loves
One a great surveyor of landscapes
Who beheld the ocean and firmament
Over tea, toast and morning paper
But obscured from mountain view

The other a lover of all things nautical
Who beheld gondwanan mountain
From a glimpse of kitchen window
Ridgelines ridden by mountain bikers
From the bedroom

Each obscured from the one thing they loved
So it was between them too

Happy inhabitant

Incessant is the word for it.
Thoughts come in such a way
Made a home in vacant spaces in the brain
Places erased when lifelong memories stormed out the door
Happy inhabitant an apparition now skips across the floors
Prepares coffee in my kitchen
Sits beside each morn
Far from me to give a cold shoulder - she is neither warm nor cold
A presence embraced for fear emptiness consumes the light of morn
Night shadow photography

Let me be

Let me be the furry friend
That shares the end of bed
Or maybe shiny shell
Old fossil on your shelf
A favoured recipe
All smudged and stained with beer
Or how 'bout a deciduous bush
That flowers a month a year
A portrait of a woman
Whose eyes stare far beyond
A tarnished penny on the sill
You plucked from Nan's old pond
Whatever dear, I beg of you
I'd rather be a thing
Than considered a potential
Love, nigh despised by all who hear.

Morning song

The morning is mine
Tuck in divine
Roll up sunrise blind
Unfurl, tip toe hushed
Eyes wide in the dark
Story teller roused
To depths of mind
Remnants of life drift
Catch dreams in flight
Pondering path laid out
By wakening of daylight
Jolt by time's persistence
All resistance falls to floor
Don fresh attire
A new chance awaits
Opportunity born
Country road at sunrise, Tasmania

Placebo

How one so accustomed 
To heartbreak
Could mend and bend mine
Cure-all in one
Placebo the other
Pick which hand?

A limerant and her lover
Knows deep down
The match may cause to suffer, though
Much less than the world has shown

For standing on the brink of despair
A hard fall lies beneath
It might as well be love
That sweeps you off your feet

For on this feeling you'll soar
Find new paths to explore
Confusion sets in when alone on the moors
Looking back, you always were
Shadow Lake, Lake St Clair National Park, Tasmania