Dreamscape

I woke from a dream
And saw you there
Returned to sleep 
Suddenly - unaware

Places that feel
Real to the senses
Plague our minds
Completely - unfounded

Dreamscapes grow
Over memories
Feeding on fallen
Radiantly - unmeasured

Ellendale, Tasmania

Spell bound

A certain spell
Grips tightly
Wrapping fondly
Cocooned

Feeling creeps in
Never felt before
Never again?

Flying free now
To joyful end
On the wind
Homeward bound

Life is won
Paths unknown
Finding a way
With love
Shouldered Brown, Heteronympha penelope – Ellendale, Tasmania.

Woman

Woman, when you believe
My story and my song
No word or note
Need emanate again
You nod resignation
Soothe cracked lips
Silence creeps in
Swiftly by morning
No badge of bravery
Be worn out and down
I am changeable
As the tide
In ancient forests 
You heal me
As I lie in wait
For another dawn song
Settling within
To begin again
Peppercorn tree, Coal River Valley Tasmania

More than words

Strange how the music 
Can say what lies inside
Better than own lips
Better still, silence
Reveals a sonnet
Of secrets

That moment between words
When the body speaks
To affirm or contradict
Knowing moves
Of safety

Alone with thoughts
On the edge of wild
Never live lonely
Affect writes thesis
Of sanity

Wondering brain waves
Sing on wind and wire
Telegraph of love
Words no limit
Of sound

Don't Stop.
Maria Island, Tasmania

No Doubt

A fresh gust of reality
Bites hard against
The skin

Sea spray sand blasts
Smooth stones against
The rocks

Shells hollow and warm
Release life amidst
The storm

Taken by wind or strike
Lofty feathers fly in
The heat

Still ruffled by strife
Tending precious ones
The heart

Decades dedicated two
So few remained
The start

Every time is new again
With you
Maria Island, Tasmania

Begin again

Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend

Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept

As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet

Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat

Richmond, Tasmania

Goulds cure

Of all the finest examples 
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
William Buelow Gould, Still life a bunch of flowers, 1838. Artists of Tasmania. Allport Museum and Art Gallery