In plain sight

Smooth places made
Turbulent
Delighted smiles turned
Strained
Vulnerability is
Compromised
Intelligence used to
Detonate
Childlike innocence
Smothered
Wisdom sown
Uprooted
Voice of justice
Silenced
Creative forces
Unglued
Elders presence
Ghosted
Protest voices
Dispersed

Shed a tear
For all the years
Silence
Made things worse
Bellerive quay, Tasmania

Point break

Sheer gravity lures
Decades forces pulls
Finally free and yours
Pinnacle of wave
Break over rocky shore
Thrill bouyancy
Every time she responds
To me
Takes to the edge
Bright white sandy smile
Flashes behind eyes
Everywhere I see
Words etched into
Cliff face story
Eroding crumbling
Debunked history
Tideline moves along
With moonlight spree
Voice like wind on waves
Whispers to me
Adrenaline fades
Until next ride
Point break
Mays Beach, Tasmania

Need I say?

I miss you, dearly
So much so
I recall clearly
Lottery days
Sunning ourselves or seeking shade
Silence listens to our breathing
A seat at your picnic table
Winning
How lucky I was
Like a billionaire
With nothing in hand
But love and admiration

Need I say?
A past never erased
Nor wished away
Held onto, still as
Cool aqua tarn
Smiles to the gills
Though I recall
My anxious face
Mirrored in yours
How I wished
Upon lucky orange belly feather
Sacred shells under webbed feet
How to make you happier
Than ever before, shall we?

Need I say?
I regret one thing
We are a culmination
Of all that had been
I longed for sweet escapism
Take your hand into the blue
Drift on cloudy scenes
From breakfast till noon
Ride the racing waves
Till breath escapes
Revive till night
Closes our eyes
Once again
Opossom Bay, Tasmania

Love and other flowers

That bespoke place in the brain
Next to memory
Smell and taste
Lead me to dream awake

Lashings of cream with rhubarb cake
Pearl white shells sit idly by
As she comes and goes
Lucky to be plucked from the sea

Eager hands admired so brilliantly
Abalone bilateral symmetry
Reused diaries
Tip toe through last year

Ruminations on cake and cream
Another few hundred photographs
Under my belt
A haunted belief

Things are still not as they seem
Ritual of coffee making
Resurrects the voice of the past
Reciting how it's made

We always begin again until the end
Living breathing bodily houses
full of living apparitions
Of love and other flowers
Gaulthera hispida. Copperleaf snowberry. Lake Dobson, Mt Field National Park Tasmania