Falling

Swept
Breath
Fall

Off their feet
Taken away
On their knees

Sounds divine?
We have a lifetime
To work it out
How to live in love

From this position
Upturned
Breathless
Lying low

We will need
Every day
However long
It should take

To know
How to stand
Held hands
Walk on
Artists of Tasmania ~ William Buelow Gould, Kennedia prostrata, Red prostrate creeper. C 1837.

Allport Library and Museum Collection, State Library of Tasmania.

Ruffled

Pure delight
Little fingers find
Feathery treasure
Waving its finery

We shed parts
Of ourselves
For friends keep
To admire

In sharing
They grow
Lighter
Fly higher

Lament
Those of us
Left behind
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard, loss of wildlife on Lord Howe Isl. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.

These days

Even today
I smile again
A knowing one
How on earth
Can we truly know
Anything at all?
We can

On the odd day
I stumble and fall
Grasping for
Something solid
Committing to
Falling ungracefully
Hoping that days
Like today
Will come again
Tomorrow

If all the days
Were even
How would I know
How glorious it is
To rise above
The odds

Belonging

If a sprout takes root
On an Island
That drifts away
Heading South
It was always there

Seeds that flew in
On the breeze
Hosted by birds
Do we blame these
Mixed leaves?

So what happens
When I wander hills
Wondering whether
This bloom or that
Warrants attention

Is all life
Worth a mention?

Strange days

How I marvel when 
Horror and strife
Make ordinary turbulence
Seem trifling

How one image 
in the wilderness
Ignite a longing
Lifelong

To be inspired
To be present
In the last days
In the silence

Is an aspiration
Over which we have
No accord
Though truly

Authenticity
Girded by love
Will always be a
Heavy weight

I bear it 
With a smile
A laugh, song
Stride in step
Love thee well
Nicholls Rivulet, Tasmania, Australia

Night lights

Pounding pavement
To heavy beat
Lyrical mind
Street light

For years
Out for beers
Surfing couch
Playing it out

Pictures fleeting
Across the mind
Though deleted
Etched in time

The places we went
Together simply
By sharing
A moment in pixels

Strange to wish
Yourself into being
Jealous of seeing
Family and friends

One day I will find
When put first
In my kind
My tribe

What it's like
To be loved by all
Arise alone
And smile

If I'd grown
Nearby
Looking up to
Those girls

Where would I be now?

Love like

A homing pidgeon
Taking away
To far off places
Letting go
Watching, waiting
Every day
Hoping praying
She'll come home
When she does
Cheers of joy
The sound of
Two wings flapping
White spread feathers
Fantails
Always wondering -
If she flies
In own direction
Wondering whether
She'll be alright
This night

Soft landing

Landing softly on my feet
After jumping
Off a cliff
In the dark
Claws out
Behind me

A sparrow turns
Says to me
This I do
Frequently

Pecking up seed
Nature cared
To scatter
Just for me

Eyeing another
Diving so flippantly
Decided to free fall
In her slip stream

A warm blanket of air
Covers over my landing
Softly swiftly
With ease

Sound tracks

Taking in all surroundings
Tracks on repeat no match
Choosing songs for new life
Old one despatched

Morning wake up call
Lunch time serenade
Evening retreat
Love crush parade

Can you have too much
Of a good thing?
I'd like to try
Reality sinking in

Stockholm's cold
So's my toes
A fire is stoked inside
Where wind can't blow

What's in a name?
Call me what you will
Mother no longer
Babes named me, Lili

A sweet song
Their voices chime
Familiar tunes
Family tones

Voices leave tracks
Erasing time
Cover over old lines
Glorious overgrowth

Women swoon
Swinging low
Crooning over
Heartfelt show

Spurning strife
Tunes tall tower
Mire a moat
Pale in power

Building castles
In my mind
No need for search
Songs always find

Love's soundtrack
In my life