Just look upon the face Of the one you love Whether warm, soft, kissable A cold screen digital Or black and white frame Tell me how In many ways Over seemingly endless days Though memory, pixels, ink Lost or faded Throb of the heart only grows Stronger each day
Climbing Sundew, Droseraplanchonii, the bridal rainbow.
Decades saved, not wasted, this house I built Devoted hands, gainful work, nights and weekends Searched longingly up and down, high streets and low Waiting for my heart to jump out, at the sight of her Saved, invested, scrimped and pawned Hoping one day, enter new dawn Window closed, garden bare, I set upon the terrace stair Knocked and waited, in the rain Admiring abalone strewn along front wall Evidence of inhabitants, though no one there Someone lived inside once, absence inlaid in rainbow pearl Me and view of quaint corner garden, sandstone steps Panorama or paranormal, needn't matter This house, I have built with hearts and hands Love inhabits and dwells always, echoes in empty rooms Filled with laughter, stories and poems My life, I have built, a shelter from storms Will water soil for one-day blooms.
Silvery blue sheen A veil covering Wild creatures deep Rising to shallows Flash past my feet Ray of speckled flight Effortless grace Takes my heart skipping Into the waves Arise completely changed
Bobbing on the verge Southern Ocean Paddling along the cusp Apex breeding grounds Rise and fall tide surge Rocks inner core Evading the inevitable Return to reality The sea calls to me Like a lover every Sleepy morn
Quiet Corner, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island, Tasmania
Lift the lid on Colourful opportunism Take your pick I chose you At first glance Cranberry dreams Soaked in liqueur A dollop of cream From the same maker We all are and yet Shelved by label Aroma drifts Scented desire Lifts my mood Day and night Yet never to taste Admire the flavours On wrists, nape of neck Dab on lips A pity to waste Something so beautiful Perched high with only A window view
What say you? Shall we dance at noon? Sit amidst the Silvereye's Playground of golden limbs Crumbs picked off tables Sparring with families Wrens and yellow-throated Honeyeaters, whose plumage Blends beautifully In the dappled grove Of Autumn
Telling tall stories Interspersed with gluttonous Bursts of jam packed lips Licked clean with cream Tales of loves lost and found A local muse renown As fallen leaves we pine For far away spring Fawning
Yours is the only Sacred world I know Minutiae of delights Dripped from branches Conjures fantasies In foreign lands Show me the way in Ritual initiations I wait, dew gathering Under my skin