Likro dror

When you let go - that little bird
Into the wild, unrelenting sky
One must be willing to never see her again
To be free means no burden of expectation

They say, there are other birds in the sky
The blackened birds that awaken me each morn
Alight upon suburban fenceline
Sing their well-known song

There is no one like the one you so loved
Love tended and fed, doted upon
The one who recognised your voice as you arrived
Felt the silence once gone
Until the caged perch to which it clung
Felt nothing like love at all
Long Beach Sandy Bay, Tasmania

Castaways

Reminiscent rising sun
Resplendent moon
Vast world undersea
Forest songs swoon

Affectatious orchid tongue
Pungent earth
Fungi throne
Faeries peeping through

What can one do?
When one love elevated
As a mountain peak high
Eyes clear blue sky

Hungry for taste
Salt licked face
Ocean spray
Ride her wave

Never to reach shores
Castaways
Lindisfarne Bay, Hobart Tasmania

Apparition

Daily grind is right
Darkness falls and rises
Out of percolator
Into belly stuck on ache
Work tracks play repeat
Commute, beat wild heat
Rising to neck ignored
Cool all the way home.

A rinse cycle of aqua
Barely cleanses racing
Rabbit thoughts chased
By greyhounds the second
Head hits pillow
Worst-case first out the gate.

All my defences lie
In gentle apparition
Hovers above me
Her curls fall on face
Limbs wriggle
Flashes of teeth, eyes
Giggles, legs, hands, waist.

As long as she's alive
Hope thrives disparagingly
Mocking my love life-raft
Drops of memory
Onto tongue like a hack
Apothecary of mind
Brain cells a bee hive
Craving honey
Burning the fears, Dark Mofo, Hobart Tasmania

Passenger

In all my sweet thoughts
Of riding shotgun
Words caught on tongue
Music at your fingertips

Where shall we go from here?
To the coast, surely?
The mountains, sublime
Some cabin where we can hide

Gather imaginary adventures
Cast them on the wind
Like a flock of shorebirds
Headed to the North Pole

The only passenger, am I
Is one of time
We have journeyed years
Apart, words odometer of miles
Sunrise sky over Bruny Island Tasmania

B flat blues

Birthday blues
comes after you
The coldest day
with longest night

Soft blue sky
won't clear the air
of sullen gloom
When loved ones are
so far and few

To those so close
A silent toast
Poignant message
Like a ghost

The fault to bear
Is mine to groan
For, I'd rather spend
This day alone

But when I do
A quiet knock
Of heart does wonder
Where all went?

Then, blink of eye
The day is spent!
Sunrise at Bellerive on midwinter’s day

Blue space

We are enamoured by
Ever changing aspects and moods
Of mysterious face of the sea
While vast deep is changeless

Storm, wind and tide hurry
With advancing seasons
Turbulence magically awakens
New life on shores, wet and highlands

Nothing is wasted
Rich minerals freighted upon rivers
Every particle useful, deeply stirred
Ready for new forms of life

The stark problem of survival
A problem of keeping alive
The spark of life, a matter of existing
No demands made, a dormant state

Take these blue fathoms and pair with blue space above
A steady cure-all, surely, for human race
Yet, do not deny need for one blue pill daily.
Cloudy Bay, Bruny Island Tasmania

Poem derived from the text of ‘The Sea Around Us‘ by Rachel Carson, Oxford, 2021, pp. 32-33: Chapter title ‘The Changing Year.’

In the quiet hours

In the quiet hours
Relieved, I reminisce
The times when silence
Were sparse and few

In the quiet hours
Clarity falls like dew
Eyes open, dreams renew
Wishes cast seeds afar

In the quiet hours
Words echo in chambers
Of heart, once a stranger
Now mine to choose love

In the quiet hours
Fears are laid waste
Happy endings hesitate
In favour of new beginning
Eastern Spinebill, Bruny Island Tasmania

Unwritten

Months measured in countdowns
Deadlines, edits, launch
What life might be as an author
All novel ideas float
On whimsical breeze
Over my head
Into another's ears
Genre's, titles and characters
Dance in my dreams
Yet, eternally poised pen
Drips ink of lament
A few mere chapters in
Our life narrative
The story of us remains
Unwritten

Silent retreat

Words escape upon the wind
Tucked indoors
Eyes peer through panes
Battered by seering rain
All her fears surge
Down storm drain
Journey to join anxious seas
Hurts float like sediment
Drift kelp forest freed

Ocean view, bare gum
Arms outstretched to glimpse of sun
Stripped of leaves, bark and shoots
Holding on by ancient roots
Hollow nests for threatened birds
When nature speaks revealing words

Humble nature's power grows
Shelter for the lonely ones
When sun returns and moon is clear
Nestle in the stillness here
For poignant day when tempest beats
A friend or foe one cannot meet
Rest in folds of downy fields
Tiny wings aflight will heal
Old gum at Saltmarsh flats, Carlton Tasmania