So spine tingling
Knuckle gripping
Pillow hugging
Daze eyed drinking
Hard when comes time
To realise the dream
Is not real
We will wake
Whenever we're ready
Or else stay
Asleep
Lights out
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Love like
Haymaking
Sunshine and rain
Brave one who
Hops onboard
Riding forward
While others gather
Receiving stores
Bailing and loading
Sundried piled high
Wheat and straw
For each living thing
In community
Out of rain
Hoping greenness
Had gone away
Save spontaneous
Combustion
Meanwhile few
Content with
Love's gleanings
Slim pickings
On the fringe
Taking only
What they need
To feed or bake
Wheaten loaf
For family roast
Horse or goat
Stave off hunger
Together
For one more day
Framed
Deciding upon
What to adorn
My walls
To keep me content
In case we need to
stay in again
Thick oak-look frame
Appearance is everything
Sandstone smiles
In the shade
Sun behind
Holding up a glorious
Bouquet of natives
Flannel flower power
Blue gum leaves
My own arrangement
By request
Selected anything
With white bloom
Tea tree in season
Looking like
A big cauliflower
Dried nicely
In my room
I remember
The next a mirror
Painted frame
Like retro glam
Gold and silver
Telling me
Look at you
-How you've weathered
So nicely
In the stormy seas-
Looking at me
Another gold
Circular seal
With purple
For royalty
A lineage
When born again
Not feeling it
In fact it tells me
Yes you studied
Greek among men
Not so different
From the halls
Of Plato
Ecumenicum
Blending in
With other
Women
Carry a Grecian
Jug on my head
So as not to attract
Attention
A bold shot of blue
Spread from end to end
Covered in blossoms
From a shaky hand
Eyes near blind
World inside
The mind of Monet
My dear almond blossom
Friend
Telling me it's time
To leave these walls
Behind
Remember the branch
Severed at one end
Can bloom and grow
Again
Beauty in remaking
Fine lines and filagree tracing
Fingers follow edges
Soft downy folds
Velvety lacing
Artful designer raises
Takes down asunder
Plundering wealth
Riches beyond dreams
Earth Woman wonder
Just as in a day
Can take a breath
Enslave it
By evening freed
In listless sigh
Of resignation
And sleep
Don't dream it, be it
Is nature's cry
As several evolutions
Of matter
Land on my thigh
Her eyes trace the outlines
Mating decorations
Imagining them away
To nothing
Come undone
Completely
For several hundred and one
Days spent between extremes
Fighting, crying, sight
Laughing, smiling, delight
No greater affirmation
More than three letters
Yes, or I do
In the still dark silence
There is none other
But you
Evensong
From where
Does that voice
Of home, of love
Emanate from
For you?
Mine in the silence
Stillness of morning
Liminal spaces
In between times
Waking and falling
Daily repeat
Comfort only
Listening sweet
As waves in chorus
Between the staves
Low vocal tones
Violincello
Hum of engine
Breeze on wing
Chatter of trees
Sky ocean mirroring
I have seen some
Listening for love
From afar, voices echo
From ruins and scars
But mine here and now
Alive and loud
Any less and how
Could I stand so proud?
So I sing evensong
Night and day
Short and long
To remind me and all
To listen to the voice
That proclaims you worthy
That the life you dream
To live is real
If only
Within you
Falling
Swept
Breath
Fall
Off their feet
Taken away
On their knees
Sounds divine?
We have a lifetime
To work it out
How to live in love
From this position
Upturned
Breathless
Lying low
We will need
Every day
However long
It should take
To know
How to stand
Held hands
Walk on
Allport Library and Museum Collection, State Library of Tasmania.
Ruffled
Pure delight
Little fingers find
Feathery treasure
Waving its finery
We shed parts
Of ourselves
For friends keep
To admire
In sharing
They grow
Lighter
Fly higher
Lament
Those of us
Left behind
Ivory tower
She sits enthroned
Her head of stone
Arms incapable
Of waving royally
Disempowered
For her beauty
Strength, immortality
Divine femme
No king of beasts
Can protect her
From iconoclasm
Cult postmodern
Mother to all
Yet none to rest
On her thighs
Soothed by breast
A body erect
All that remains
Of love
~John Elliott Classics Museum, University of Tasmania.
Lost words dictionary
Herein contains
All the words
I cannot say
Though truly
Misses lost ones
That can't be said
With words
Holiday
'The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no they can't take that away from me
We may never, never meet again
On the bumpy road to love
Still I'll always,
always keep
the memory of...'
They Can't Take That Away~ Song by Billie Holiday
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