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
In the hey daze they believed Love is all you need Offspring of starched Apron generation A leaf out of a book Cruel to be kind Post migration Preceded by a silent - Exclamation -
All we see is HMV Flapper dress hair Glitz and flare Through movies eyes We hypnotize My conflagration Of X, Y's, Z's and I Digital pinnacle to climb Steadily insisting We are living in Unprecented times This is my generation
Seeking inspiration With glowing eyes Yet the sweetest find Is in your smile
To have words trampled Beneath the cart wheels On the streets of old St Petersburg Crimes a mystery Hung backlit By brazen streetlight Broken, worn, blue Time it takes To decide ~ are they done? Will they heal? Slowly drip feeding Stew of broth Building marrow Until the shine In the eyes returns Upon hearing A chorus Seeing a glorious Image of affection At mere mention A novel moment Produces a turrent Cascading into Rivers winding Bringing life Bearing it to sea Setting free
Low pizzicato Grows to resonant Rumblings Smooth like honey Touching on Harmonics Whispered words Tentatively Articulated Urging me on Telling me Love has won Wishing it would Appear to me Familiar turn Of phrase Accented praise Behind my shoulder Turn suddenly It follows me Dawning slowly This voice Is here Within
Fur babies and toddlers Ambled up and down Undulating hills Edge of grass against Soft waves of sand All breeds of humans Come from sun up to down I landed on these shores To start a life anew To resurrect and hope For a future Somehow the shine On the water Brightens the day Even when tears Choke back the words A stranger sits beside me And is more of a friend Than any Telling me her story Without asking Noticing my tears She bids farewell I say goodbye to Ollie Her dog She smiles Acknowledging Her one and only Love
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
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.