Life clings to cracks
Liminal spaces
Hiding places
Reality abounds
On the edges
Beauty is born
Of age
Mirth is found
In the calm
After the storm
Beauty in brokenness
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No Doubt
A fresh gust of reality
Bites hard against
The skin
Sea spray sand blasts
Smooth stones against
The rocks
Shells hollow and warm
Release life amidst
The storm
Taken by wind or strike
Lofty feathers fly in
The heat
Still ruffled by strife
Tending precious ones
The heart
Decades dedicated two
So few remained
The start
Every time is new again
With you
Safe shallows
Deeper still calling
Come in
The way is unknown
Tides swell and recede
With the mood
Horizon is hidden
Come away
How far does it go?
Bid well the shallows
Into the blue
With you
Begin again
Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend
Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept
As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet
Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat
Beautiful
“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”
F Scott Fitzgerald – The Great Gatsby, 1925.
Late bloomer
Galaxies in their multitude
Where is she?
A simple spectrum stripe
Across her beating hearts
Taking lifetimes and bodies
Rapidly evolving
Lives unfolding
Hapless helpless followers
Falling in love
With her magnanimity
All knowing and seeing
Never saying
Beautiful mystery
Heartache of lost worlds
Secrets to keep
For eternity
Loving her draws many in
Along for the ride
Seeking a dangerous high
Do it all by lunchtime
Saving planets and universes
Hope and souls
Beating time
Mark of divine
She is only and one
Do you know who?
A tangle of tentacles
Dip in to the black ink
Flip feet freely in the wash
Slip my whole heart heavily
Trip submerge willingly
Into swollen tide hiding places
Slippery fingers tease faces
Wide eyed glassy gazes
Wonderment as smile erases
Never you mind, never with me
A tickle teases out a single tentacle
She breathes into me
Avoiding tangle in community
Inner spacial, inter species
Perfect love is never easy
Daily ritual flirts with danger
Obsession dances take your cue
Never see another in a lifetime
What's hurting yours is hurting mine
Taking care is taking its toll
Take a bow the stage is yours
Tiny feet patter away on waves
Never know to where
Loving a mother life giver
Attach, match, hatch...
Love is all and all is love
To find such beauty takes us all
our waking thoughts rise above
A breath we cannot hold
Goulds cure
Of all the finest examples
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
Made with love
Bravery only comes
If you let it be
With love
Bounce not break
Springing into life again
Just in time for equinox
Monarch adapted so wonderfully
So can I
Make friends with love
From the sun and moon
Wind and snow
Sunset afternoons
Her gaze will always come again
Through my mirror
Onto my pillow
To wake me warmly
And say
You are loved
