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

True nature

To the unassuming hills
We may be how we please
For they judge us sparingly
For our actions

To the flowers and tall trees
Only sting comes from the bees
Who sacrifice themselves
To teach our lesson

To the sky and raging sea
We may shout and curse free
But to woman, man and child
Reveal true nature
Sky above Southern Highlands of New South Wales

Invention of hope

Is not so much a title
As a confession

Piggy back fingers
Plastic white keys
Crawling like mother spiders
Carrying plump babies

Star charts and milk shakes
At red velvet lounge
Coaxed so gently, never pushed
To play as long as life allows

So swiftly she overtakes me
As our web of dreams wash away
Hands dance along to weave
New memories for us

All the while reminding
Of the years we invested
Together, playing and singing
Preparing for the day
To fill the spaces
When the tune escapes me