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Lights in trees
Eons ago it seems
One night, two phones
Like bricks, dropped
On the grass
Beside the swings
Siren in me called
To the depths of soul
Blackest ink of night
On accused innocent shore
Marieville esplanade
Yachts silent witness
Lights in trees
Pulled back to reality
Grounded me with roots
Hundred years deep
A semblance of friendship
No matter how keen
Held the dear life
Within me
Safety cove
Dip toes tentatively
Until foam tickles
Ankles, laps at thighs
Squeal and sigh
Brisk embrace of icey
Fingers caress each curve
Cool comfort clings
Loss of sensation
Tingling
Pure elation
Who knew?
Life goes on
Without the one
You loved
Fireside
Scene is set
Yet vacant
Wineglass dreams
Emanate from
Artificial light
Thoughts keep warm
On darkest night
Stark
Realisation
Wool-eyed lover
Pining over years
Lost while hiding
Dawn has broken
Over healing heart
Knowing now more
Than ever before
More than one
Who may bring out
The best of me
Silver lines
Crisp chill winter night
Toddler learns to count by stars
Watching the moon bloom
English rose
So opposed to prose poetry
Nonetheless, worthy of attention
Shall I mention?
Many moments of recollection
A single scarlet bloom
Growing unseasonally cool
Garden bed
Across the way, down vale
Over ridge
Nestled in sweet Cove
Treasures behold
Peppermint gums overhead
Cacophony of parrots inhabit
Colonial-aged gums
Too wide to embrace
Nigh on fifteen years
Since the first bloom begun
A mere bud
Swaying to the tune of her own song
Now grown, pruned, renewed
How wonderful to recall
Glimpses of past seasons
Of years between us
Now the breadth of which
Becomes relatively small
What say you to celebrating
One more year gone?
Until our blooming is done
Rose hip tea, anyone?
For book club
A whirlwind of sound
Light. Colour. Spoken word
Lyrics, whispered shouting
Into our armpits
Wall to wall
At the Queen's Ball.
I wonder where my place is.
A crumpled sticker
On the toilet cubicle floor
Round like the world
Spruiking 'For God so loved.. ' at 2am
To those using the bathroom
A seeming invasion of privacy
I return to the dance floor
To see lovers, women, kissing
Couples dancing to the end
I stand alone watching
Not realising I, too, am invading
Intimacy I do not own
Conversations with new friends
Planning a sapphic bookclub
My eyes drift up and to the right - she says- as I speak the name
A potential future love
Though hope has evaded me before, and likely will again
I shrug my shoulders
'See how it goes'
~'Meet at Sweet Brew it is the best'
But most of all ~
Do it for book club xo
Count the stars of heaven 