Category Archives: Family

Neverland

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Never heard a ticking clock
Inside a crocodile
Never seen a fairy nymph
Darting firefly

Never seen a league of beings
Rise up and take a stand
Never felt the heartache
Missing touch of human hand

Never felt this way about love
Though seen it in their eyes
Never heard the silence speak
Revealing a surprise

Never knew with certainty
That life would turn this way
Never knew that happiness
Could lead a man astray

Never met someone who could
Turn heads with words so few
Now never want to hope or have
Another 'cept for you

Blitz

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Keeping you at arms length
While holding on to life
Silence so you'll never hear
The danger and the strife

One day V day will arrive
And in your arms I'd fall
To stand on every corner
Friends and family and all

When sheltered under door frame
To avoid roof falling in
Imagining a life with you
A fantasy we're in

Like stepping through a cupboard
Into frozen landscape bare
Meeting little furry friends
Sweet treats if you dare

The realm of fiction is complete
With swords and battles too
But surely it's the safest way
That I can be with you?

Steer ashore

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Fear grips tightly
At the helm
Taking over orders
Pulling us in

Over our heads
Waves crashing
Broached to
Shoal approaching

No lives lost
Crew is down
Handing over
Dogs to morning

Rolling like a lullaby
Reassuring
Raised a lighthouse
First sighting

Pinnacle gives way
To coast
Welcome faces
Twirling smoke

Casting lines
Shorebound stagger
Every sight new
Intricate beauty

Island delights
Happen upon flower
Resiliently tender
Heart own power

Fear of the storm
All but gone
Only shaking hands
Wide eyed one

Never leaving
Smiles receding
As night creeps in
Farewell again

Handing over everything 
Knowing no direction
Trusting wholly
In you

Evensong

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From where 
Does that voice
Of home, of love
Emanate from
For you?

Mine in the silence
Stillness of morning
Liminal spaces
In between times

Waking and falling
Daily repeat
Comfort only
Listening sweet

As waves in chorus
Between the staves
Low vocal tones
Violincello

Hum of engine
Breeze on wing
Chatter of trees
Sky ocean mirroring

I have seen some
Listening for love
From afar, voices echo
From ruins and scars

But mine here and now
Alive and loud
Any less and how
Could I stand so proud?

So I sing evensong
Night and day
Short and long
To remind me and all

To listen to the voice
That proclaims you worthy
That the life you dream 
To live is real

If only
Within you
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard, loss of wildlife on Lord Howe Isl. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.

Hidden theatre

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Behind closed doors
Concertos applaud
Vacant space
Unadorned
With gazing eyes
Wondrous smiles
Shoulder shrug
Of thrilling chills
Why keep such love
Of life's liszt
Behind closed doors
When all ears could feel
This beauty
The Hedberg, Conservatorium of Music, Tasmania.

No eye dear

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Placing one pair
Of bird watching
Binoculars 
Inside the cap
Of a navy hat
The dichotomy 
Of my life
In a cardboard box
To move again
Another new start
This one makes ten

I recall the power
Of words
And silence
Both can make
You laugh
Or cry
Both can be used
As weapons 
Or protection

So I look keenly
Through looking glass
At feathered friends
Deserving our attention

While hiding away
To collect 
Dust and mites
Gold braid
Felt and thread
That hold together
Memories
Of a time
When men were blind

If only I understood 
That my words
Held power
Over you
I would use it
For good
To say only
I love you
If I could

Falling

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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

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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

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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

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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?