Magnetic north

No room at the inn
For fair weather friend
It is rarely so fair
So close to Antarctic
Even in Bermuda
Smooth sailing unlikely
When a meteor
Millions of years ago
Can still mess with
Direction finding
Compass swirling
While land locked ones
Hang around in bars
Drinking Sunrises
By the glass
Why is the needle
Always pointing South
Where the shadows are cast
By the winter sun?
To those in motherland
We are indeed upside down

Stars

Looking up to you
Taking time to realise
We all revolve
Around one another
All drawing each other
Inwards and collisions
Unavoidable

It took a while
Of sitting in
The darkness
Taking time to realise
How bright you are
How steady and constant
While eyes are distracted
By satellites
And falling stars

Mesmerising centuries
Defying human theories
The seat of source
Of all things
Green on earth

Stardust fingers
Billions of years wide
Hold us all our lives

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
The Gleaners by Jean-Francois Millet

Love is all you need

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
Portrait by Lily Allport ~ Artists of Tasmania.

Did I?

Did I enjoy that moment then?
When turning a ginger cat out of bed
To sit sublime and write stories
Sip tea and reminisce that moment when

A merry go round of accidents
Incidents, coincidences
Wishing away the minutes
Until another one happens again

Sit steadily, observing
All the people, things, moments
A blade of grass, a couple kissing
Lights flashing, red and blue

Actions shots
Still life
I crawl into my den
Soaking in moments when
In revelry

Devotedly, the afternoon sun
Casts a warm embrace
Over my arms
Shadows dance on black and white keys

As my fingers touch lightly
An enchanting unity
Nature has the key
Buzz pollinating in B minor

Like a moth drawn to a flower
Love is not dangerous
It laments to carry a sting
Used if love is not our best intention

Flow

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

Hearing voices

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

House by the sea

Such a happy circumstance
To wind and reel in
Making it easy for you
To catch your tea

I would sit inside bay window
Watching a vinyl record
Revolve like my small world
On repeat

The safety of familiar tunes
Singing a harmony
Clawing fingers through
A shag pile rug

Life seems lovely
Until the wind and storms
Batter the front
Waves dare to sweep away

All I need is a cabin
A cosy corner bed
With lamp and books
Leather chair

A place to curl my toes
Sip tea and powder nose
The best view I could find
Would be with you inside
Hinsby beach, Taroona ~ overlooking River Derwent, lutruwita / Tasmania

Silver fox

Grey lady hanging on
To the edge
Overlooking harbour view
Slender and proud

Twisting round to glimpse
Decades of bobbing heads
Like buoys on waves
Coming in shivering

Brave showing her age
Engraved beauty
Limbs reach out
Welcome stranded men

Come warm yourself
On the rocky shores
Casting a shadow
To danger marker

Pointing windeward
Shaped by her forces
Invisibly caressing
To bow and bend

All that glitters

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