Think you're flying free
But really, attached
Grounded
Just learning
To spread wings
Until when
One touch
Caving in
Any thought
Of leaving
Ends
Instead sowing seeds
Raising up anew
In case we meet
Again
Love crush
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Category Archives: Australia
Lights out
So spine tingling
Knuckle gripping
Pillow hugging
Daze eyed drinking
Hard when comes time
To realise the dream
Is not real
We will wake
Whenever we're ready
Or else stay
Asleep
Master sculptor
Chiselling our hard edges
Chip off the block
Re-generational
On the verges
Stepping over fallen
Taking time to notice
Memorial to inner beauty
Scars an artwork
Memory of all
Everlasting
Starling
A flighty little meeting
Sitting in the eaves
Between two blush breasted
Birds tending nests
Pip the willow wicks
Between their beaks
Stripped ready for next
Round of eggs to brood
Starling, like me
Cannot live alone
Dedicated to keeping
Warm prickled skin
As feathers come in
Giving out always
Longing to take warmth
Within
Can I call you?
Darling, dear?
Babe, beautiful one
Eyes like heavens above
Always mothering
Pieces of me changed
Blood runs through forever
Changed by love
Looking through mirror
Can you see
Scars formed catching
Those fallen from nest
Now they are free
So are we
Our mirror world
In stone quiet hours
Retreat to cosy corners
As real as anything
That happened in
The liquid light
Smallest words powerful
Take over all evidence
To the contrary
Beggars become pleasers
Rigid made into teasers
Doors as hard as
Bruised knuckles
Swing open
With a breath
Sand between toes
Curling fingers glow
A wet coat smell
Pervades with a kiss
The salty taste
Lingers longer
Than the night
As we curl
Like a shell
And miss
Naming day
All along swollen banks
Branches laden with seeds
Heavy from drenching
Rain flooding under feet
An intricate beauty
Calls you to attention
Saying, 'look at me!'
Brushing away dark grey
Standing on her shoulders
Not knowing what to call
Each delight before me
Like a mother she whispers
Call it love
A pink garden variety
Lands on my bedside
Table, couch beside
Picked by hands called love
Machines flooding
House of high tide afloat
Evidence of daily life
To keep warm bodies
Queues of words
Responded in kind
Bring down softly
Tears for fears
Pictures fill the mind
From near, afar, not yet
Teaching me to just be
Naming the days
Abandoning that which
Does not nurture
Grow or teach me
Feed will to love daily
For us
Fair maiden
How your hair moves
Gently in the breeze
Put mind at ease
Surround with green
Reminding me
Special treasures
Await when we leave
Path well travelled
Ends curling upwards
Humidity, too fine
To be trampled
Beneath our feet
So long
…and thanks for all the fish
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The magic hour
Ten leg caravan
As far as the eye could see
Described the horizon
Shifting and changing
With oppressive heat
Cadence of the caravan
Riding handsomely
Toward everything
Past edge of known land
Frontier called
Like battlefield before
Rarely a woman seen
Except one who walked
Where no one went
With followers in tow
Not out of bravery
Passion or daring
Just because only place
Left to go
Count the stars of heaven 