About aperture

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

Shine

Posted on October 4, 2022 by aperture

No matter the depth of the ocean
You can shine bright with your uniqueness
Anon

*Street Artist Sky, lutruwita / Tas*mania

Loving never leaving

Posted on October 1, 2022 by aperture

‘Nothing is absolute
Everything changes
Everything moves
Everything revolves
Everything flies
And goes away.

I am that clumsy human
Always loving
Loving
Loving.
And loving.
And never,
Leaving.’
Frida Kahlo

*Frida chilling at Freshie Mex at Curl Curl, Sydney*

Life in the narrow lane

Posted on September 30, 2022 by aperture

The lane of love is narrow – there is room for only one
Kabir

Chasing waves

Posted on September 30, 2022 by aperture

Why do we do
What we do?
A myriad of ways
To distract me
From spending
Precious time
I cannot waste
Twenty paths
All leading
Back to you

Love like

Posted on September 29, 2022 by aperture

A massage
Smoothing over
All hard places
Flooding in
Joints and sinew
Touching pain
Bringing healing
Warm movement
Entering in
Tentatively 
Slow moving statue
Rising up again
Brought to life
Ready for anything

*Artist Margaret Stephenson, ‘Annie’s Nails, No Mermaids’ ~ City of Parramatta Art Society*

Struck by lightning

Posted on September 28, 2022 by aperture

Stay
Not long enough
To admire your
Kaleidescope of colour
Drifting away
On the next breath
Of wind as I exhale
Disappointed
Yet inspired
To have known you
In the first place
Lie in wait in case
She returns to our
First meeting place
Wondering weather
Does lightning strike
In the same place?
Random encounters
Rouse hopefulness
Capture the infinite
Beauty of a moment
Chance encounters
Of your kind

Butterfly by Katy Bhogal, City of Parramatta Art Society

Windows in

Posted on September 27, 2022 by aperture

Our body is not our own
Put on display 
For even me
To admire

Statues of iron clad
Armour to deflect
Passing comment
Carrying light

Though many rooms
Filled with iron bars
Temples to lay down
Our wanton desires

Pass by crowded rooms
By night vacated
Staring at screens
Music blaring in ears

To happen upon
Empty streets 
Dogs walking owners
Offerings under feet

Though many rooms
Filled with crowded bars
Goggles bottom of glass
Light in dark places

Scales fall from eyes
No shape, word or smile
Can evade the simple
Truth be told of her

Only what matters
Not behind glass
Or resting on bars
Unseen by my eyes

*The Hayden Orpheum Cinema, Wulworra-Jeung* / *Cremorne, Sydney*

Love like

Posted on September 23, 2022 by aperture

An apple tree
Years taking hold
Establishing
Slower than grass
Don't watch me
All on its own

Four years old
Blossoms increasing
Anxiety held
Storm and frost
Melt gentle petal
Before full grown

Five years since
First taking root
Fruit begins
Ripens in the sun
Hoping no bug
Disease or bird
Steals away

One day when strong
Full fruit display
Reddens in the sun
Twist and pull
The most delicate
Fruit spoken of
Since legends told

As a daily apple girl
It keeps me well
Delight always held
As I polish skin
On my chest and
Sink in

One year or two
There may be no fruit
If pruned too hard
Or left untended
Another year closer
To harvest end
Enjoy while we can

One love

Posted on September 22, 2022 by aperture

Know one thing
Have everything 
But one love

Coal face

Posted on September 22, 2022 by aperture

Headlamp leading footsteps downward
Air thick with an Impenetrable skin 
Seams of black unzipped
Precious compacted life
Of million years scarred
Set ablaze in minutes

Living beings coal face
Tends to 12 score beached
Generations breeching
Cool skin of sea
Final resting shore
Years combined between
Ages of whales reach
Thousands ever since
50 million years ago
Our meddling unseen

Sitting with cool tears
Echoing words pouring
Into my ears 
Frontier human carrying
Dissapointments
Reverberate through
My body like funeral
Rhythym yet still
My heart is beating
For the innocent
Plight of the whales
Putting all our cries
Into mere proportion
Considering the noise
Of their calls
Each to each
Upon passing
Surge waylaid
Swell or manmade?