Bird on the wing

Take you with me
Everywhere I go
Wherever I stay
Yet pieces of you
Will be strewn
Carefully
Tenderly
As I speak out
A love that dared
As I shed scales
Off laden wings
Turning transparent
Emptying
Evolving
As we all are
Portraying colour
Residing within
Becoming again
A heart
That sings
Silent Spring by Gerry Wedd, South Australia

Antipodes

Once was a time when
Stars were synonymous
With the afterlife
Ancestors shone
As diamonds spinning
Elipsis bound
Girth of lady earth
Lying flat
Submerged

Once was a time when
Hearts were synchronous
Rhyming couplets
Composing sonnets
Grand concertos
In an evening
As arms of rays
Move bout the waist
When a glance
Spun my world
Round

Window of opportunity

Peering through into
Your world now mine
Illuminating
Now to find
The key to latch
In the dark
Hiding under layers
Ancient wallpapers
Generations
Foundations
The same
Women endured
Loneliness
Female company
The only cure
Gateway
To wilderness
Built by hands
Bound in chains
Heart also
Only opens from
The outside
Officers Quarters, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Entwined

I hold myself 
Walking down street
Speaking to strangers
As if dear friends

I hold thumb between
Two fingers
Capturing the sense
That I am me, not them

Knowing full well
Where the boundary is
Where my body ends
And yours begins

Yet the fingertips
That stretch back
From my mind's eye
Touch yours and hide

Nestled in a hollow
Where no one can reach
I entwine with you
As if strolling through

The parting tide
Ignores the wall
Between earth and sea
Too timid to dive

Admiring the view
From low water line
Signals lost in fog
Along the way

Holding onto mine
Tesselated pavement, Pirates Bay, Tasmania

Sheltering

A time for adventure
Blistering cold and heat
A time for restoration
Distraction, diversion
Show me another way
Through the thickets
Deep immersion
A time for shelter
Closed cabin
Four walls
Cocoon
To reform
Break out
In good time
Reborn
Officers Quarters gardens, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Take me away

Tumultuous images
Whip through forest glades
Of my afternoon daydream
Real life happenings
Unrelenting

Where to turn for comfort
Assurance the world
Is still beautiful?
All is not lost?
Confounded

A flash of snowy white
Glistening pink
Ripe and soft
To touch, I imagine
Delighted

No justification needed
To escape by reaching
Hopeful fingers toward
Your hand in my imagination
Elation
Pink Fingers, Caladenia carnea, Tasmanian Orchid