Pulling me in closely
Like moon and tide Always the atmosphere Between us Watching waves coarsing Supposedly on their own Nothing to do with The bright light of the moon Turning dark one night Super Flower Blood Moon's Power over me, pulling Closer every night Long distance drawing in Accidents and happenstance Near misses and stresses How did I get here? Land eventually Wondering if I make it Through to you Never leaving Moon and tide dance Back and forth Two great forces Land on her shores? Eternally beholden One to another Moon starved of water Tide drawing closer Sea rises to meet Rings round mist Kisses moon light Returns to earth beneath
Ice cream and jelly
Vanilla and strawberry Soothing and sweet Giving rise to voice In the aftermath Silenced Thousands of times Imagined the delight Touching to lips But only on occasion Moderation Comfort food Not only sugar hit Telling me You are worthy Strengthening Lashings of frosty cream Red jellyness a dream Given to patience For inner healing Like me
Fine lines and filagree tracing
Fingers follow edges Soft downy folds Velvety lacing Artful designer raises Takes down asunder Plundering wealth Riches beyond dreams Earth Woman wonder Just as in a day Can take a breath Enslave it By evening freed In listless sigh Of resignation And sleep Don't dream it, be it Is nature's cry As several evolutions Of matter Land on my thigh Her eyes trace the outlines Mating decorations Imagining them away To nothing Come undone Completely For several hundred and one Days spent between extremes Fighting, crying, sight Laughing, smiling, delight No greater affirmation More than three letters Yes, or I do In the still dark silence There is none other But you
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
The heart always speaks
What mind can't conceive The eyes reveal slowly Like a magic trick Don't let her know How you really feel But there in lights The interlude telling All plot and storyline Reveals a glass ceiling Comedy or tragedy? Bring you to tears The girl is unknown Unkept, barely shown Nameless silk gown Averted through town Always loved or owned Aged traded for tender Renown
Fear grips tightly
At the helm Taking over orders Pulling us in Over our heads Waves crashing Broached to Shoal approaching No lives lost Crew is down Handing over Dogs to morning Rolling like a lullaby Reassuring Raised a lighthouse First sighting Pinnacle gives way To coast Welcome faces Twirling smoke Casting lines Shorebound stagger Every sight new Intricate beauty Island delights Happen upon flower Resiliently tender Heart own power Fear of the storm All but gone Only shaking hands Wide eyed one Never leaving Smiles receding As night creeps in Farewell again Handing over everything Knowing no direction Trusting wholly In you
How did she fly in
Through my window To land on my thigh Barely noticed Seems strange when Smallest sight Feels like a sign Unseen eye Telling me what's ahead? Pay attention Obey all warmings Flash flooding Inevitable river edge Fear of falling Highly possible On precipice Open out your covering Protecting you Unfurl invisible wings To fly Catch my drift? To the untrained eye Life is random chance Though happy coincidence You and I
Does that voice Of home, of love Emanate from For you? Mine in the silence Stillness of morning Liminal spaces In between times Waking and falling Daily repeat Comfort only Listening sweet As waves in chorus Between the staves Low vocal tones Violincello Hum of engine Breeze on wing Chatter of trees Sky ocean mirroring I have seen some Listening for love From afar, voices echo From ruins and scars But mine here and now Alive and loud Any less and how Could I stand so proud? So I sing evensong Night and day Short and long To remind me and all To listen to the voice That proclaims you worthy That the life you dream To live is real If only Within you
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard, loss of wildlife on Lord Howe Isl. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
Behind closed doors
Concertos applaud Vacant space Unadorned With gazing eyes Wondrous smiles Shoulder shrug Of thrilling chills Why keep such love Of life's liszt Behind closed doors When all ears could feel This beauty
The Hedberg, Conservatorium of Music, Tasmania.
How long can we last
Without sunshine Sustenance Living water? How far can we go On two legs Two wheels Four tyres? How many weeks Can I laugh out loud Suppress a smile Dream a while? How long have you got?
Leaves are biding
Their time till fall Soaking in sunshine Cascading green wall Clouds cover mountains Blanketing dew Drifting to sea Each morning new Human way of being If ever any question Is we're always feeling All feel the same as you