About aperture

Living on the island state of Tasmania, Australia. Narrating life through poetry and photography.

Hue

Shade gives depth perception
Necessary when deepest ocean
Turns to shallows
Define the wreckage, rocks, cliffs

Tone brings more indifference
A wintry holiday by ocean
After reclaiming lost
Treasures awash with jetsam

Tint a whitewashed
Glossy smile and glint
Not knowing whether real
Seeking substance

Hue is true and steadfast
No turning black to blue
Once seen believed
Richness not felt before
Nor again, but you

Look up

Love is looking up
Telling us always
Who to and where to go
Telling feet to point
In right direction
Or else stumble aside
It's the glorious view
From below that inspires
To keep going
Taking everyone with you
If eyes are glued
- Try it some time -
Wherever you look
Others look there too
So grateful to spy
A beautiful soul
Chin up to pinnacle
To show me how too

Last time

The last time I ever
Saw her face next to mine
My chilled fingers wiped
Warm tears from her eyes
Shed for another lost
Lover long ago
Sometimes it's shared losses
That waters new growth
If time lasts forever
We'd live in that moment
Rather than swimming
In thoughts of our own
Giving voice to our stories
Of long lost loved dears
On the seat right beside
Their bodies appear
While two are a couple
Absorbed in own world
A gaggle of lovers
Surround sound divide
So keep them in storage
Where they safely belong
Saved up for those moments
When long dates are done

Et alia

Why speak alone when
The lives of many
Resound through telling
Decades of stories
Adventures spanning
Continents flourishing
Details lived experience
Pictures of the mind
Old time movie reel
Spinning behind eyes
Us watching the reveal
Based on non-fiction
Told with endless love

When people and places
Elude you now
Take a solitary bow
For work of fiction
Vicariously through
Imaginary friends
No less delightful
On the hearing
Though how marvellous
To have dedications
On front pages
To those who wielded
The wand of pen
Beside you

Mesmerised

Vain attempts skimming 
Over and over same lines
Soothing brain waves while
It recounts the time
A fair medusa lured me
Completely innocently
Its venom only treated
Wounds still weeping
So intoxicating was she
There is no end to it
Body addicted
Making no moves
To cure this high
Elixir of life
Administered swifly
By the touch
Of her eyes

Land of believe

Freely dissociating
In a world of harsh reality
Walk through iron gates
Guarded by gargoyles
Fairies and nymphs
To catch a glimpse
Take up the chase
Exploring ways
To alleviate
Burden of waking
Upon realising
Where we all find
Ourselves at once
My wonder makes
It easier to wish
Live, dream, reminisce
The idea of her
Is quite something
To believe in
In the absence of
All else
In a time
Not of our own
Making
Love is all
We need

Kaleidescope

Shape shifting countenance
Colours refracted over time
Telling me all I wish to hear
And yet only one line
Stands out from others
Unsolicited
Happy Solstice
How a mountain is revered
Upon holding a stone
Between my fingers
How tunnel vision
Peering through confetti
Glitter tattooed
Like spots appearing
After staring at the sun
When the view in front
Is clear and cool
As the wintry sky

Blue jumper

Queue a mile long
Take a number
Squeeze in front
Unprepared
Sending hugs
If you want one
A string of them
Woven into
Rainbow blanket
Embrace in case of
Feelings of isolation
Many more skeins
Held between
Two hands
Needing someone
To untangle
Loosen
Make sense of it
Never seeming
As handsome as
My favourite
Blue jumper
On you

Flower power

Smile like a flower
Absorbing light
Reflecting it back
To me on a cold
Dark night
In my mind's eye
When seeming alone
Listening for thiefs
Breaking in
Stealing my contentment
I think of your smile
My power to generate it
Reciprocate
Restores my own
Gives me sure step
Strength to carry on
This morning