‘Skilled in sweet measures, and mistress of the Tyre…’ H. Poynter. R.A. Presented by Miss Ada Wilson.’
This Too Shall Pass, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
Chloe
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The special two
The special two
Who walk idly
Along the beach
In their imagination
Smiling at passersby
Holding hands
Greeting fellow
Furry four-leg friends
A woman's worth
Measured in beats
Of our hearts
Glad to be alive
She spies her love
Like a sweet secret
A jar of pear drops
Hidden entreat
Seeking waterfalls
Watching them spill
Away to sea
Feelings cascade
Endlessly
Sitting pretty
Strange fruit
Know them
By their fruit
They say
Pulling faces
Wind will change
When it does
We wonder why
Young lives lost
Hide deny
If every one
Unrealised love
Why then some
Love undone?
Jousting words
Soft as soap
Twist of knife
Antidote?
To love unmeasured
Uncontained
Boundless free
Love makes a way
Love languages
Even if a lion had words
We would not have a clue
What he'd say
Lives separated
By fate
A multitude of meaning
To relay
If only love
Made a way
Hopping islands
Walking wilderness
Feeding favourites
Meeting tribe
Soaking memories
Sitting silence
Staring sunrise
Words are limiting
Pain fades with time
Feelings too real
To describe
Love language
Of mine
Ten past the hour
Fingers curl
Firm and fine
Tender and strong
Curiously hide
Brushing away
Wounds of yesterday
Laughing reciting
Memories opening
Adventures in love
Happening upon
Fragrant finds
Drinking in senses
Rarities afew
Treasures abound
Waiting minute more
With you
Goulds cure
Of all the finest examples
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
Colour by number
Do you see what I see?
Girl with a Hat
Count the stars of heaven 