Category Archives: Beaches

Watershed

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More so than
The breaking of bread
It's the gentle tap of rain on tin roof
That turns into a gale
While two souls gently unfurl
Tummies full of soup
Grateful for gables to collect drops 
As hopes, fears and dreams swim in the air.

Steamy plunge of tannins
Soaking in tea cups
Stories waft like mist
On cold winter mornings 
As moody songs fill the silent space between two beings.

Wild wings of wind pick up frothy tips of waves and cast them off in spray.
Wow, we proclaim.
Shed our outer skin to soak in deep ocean.
No words needed.
A watershed moment.

One day

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Shelves brimming with books
A leather covered nook
Lace curtain dances
On morning breeze
I hurriedly go to work

One day these pages
Will open to me
I will read aloud
To my love over tea

A neighbour stops
To look longingly
At the morning moon
Snaps it with a long lens
While my blue screen eyes glow

One day I will wake
By the light of the moon
Lying on soft tufts of dry moss
We will curl and trace the sun in morning ritual

Ginger cat curls in winter coat 
Around blue flowers soaking low lying sun
Lush grass is mown by guinea pigs on a run
New natives thrive in builder's rubble.

One day, on eve of Spring 
I will wade through winter garden's tailings
Gather barrowloads of greens to reveal fresh ground 
We will chirp like birds at herbs that survived all odds.
Plant companions for their year ahead.

One day, I hope it comes.
Lime Bay, Tasman Peninsula Tasmania

Cloud Illusions

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'Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
Looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all'

Lyrics by Joni Mitchell

Musselroe Bay, NE Tasmania.

Some Other Soul

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Save me not
From this world
Shop of horrors

One who will
Save me yet
From myself

Perpetual 
Broken heartedness 
Self imposed abandon 

Whose presence
Has gravity
Of the kind kind

Holds up a mirror
Says, I like your flaws
They match your expectations

Then we hold hands
Into the wide blue
Sky, sea and yonder

Once it turns
Red, orange, pink
Sit in wonder

Till sleep befalls
Stars unnumbered 
Past light future wish 

Some other soul
Like mine

Longer still

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Once you are away
From your childhood home
Many years past
One still dreams 
Of flying away from it
Telling you it's time
To move on

Long gone down river
From sacred moments
Of coming out 
To the world
One still dreams
Of a sleeping lover
Tip toe past her
Not to awaken love 
If she'd rather slumber

Moving through the world
Of faces lit bright red
At night by dining tables
Revelry and mist mingle
In the air
Faces become familiar
Still imposed on new..
Old loves flicker
Features compose comfort

We cannot move away
Neither day or sleep
The divine touch
A muse, a fire 
A demi-god 
Living humbly in suburbia
Capture our inner eyes
So that we may dream well
Forever
Kettering, Tasmania

Gold rush

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Salty fingers sift tentatively 
Crushed homes of crustaceans and invertebrates - bones
Glitter flickers in morning sun tricking me
Finally, a complete curl
Nestles in the cusp 
Of my palm, cold water wrinkles.

So too, are you.
A prize worth waiting for
Admired amidst the mire of days and loves lost.

So too, nestled
In the cracks and lines
Of memories that ignite
The heart's flame
On cold midwinter night