Trials and fails of fiction
Matches made in low-lit bars,cafe's and gas stations.
Shake off sticky cling of connection plagued by interference.
The Editor stands looming over head.
Hiding in some alpine cloud or cave under ridgeline.
Heavy pen pressed to storyline.
Poised, ready to edit me out of one's life.
This Old Love, seafaring ship
Of finest wood &
Craftsmanship
Its maiden voyage
Some four years hence
When feral seas drove us West
I've sailed her all around the world
Docked in places ne'er afore found
Secure at anchor, I'd explore
Wonders of the world unfold
Through rocky isles and coral reefs
Its bow has turned me safe to keep
All precious cargo
Fit and well
Squabbling over fine ship's bell
The final storm, the wrecking one
Wind whipped sail and broached hull
She turned us in to sheltered bay
The weight of shore broke her away
We battled through torrential rain
Huddled in the bow all day
Then clear, still morn
Sun did arise
All our crew woke in surprise
Old Love was gone to seabed reef
For seals and manta rays to sleep
We walked ashore and carried on
Mountains climbed, beaches swum
Though many tales I have to tell
Of Old Love's ventures riding swell
A ghost ship now
No one believes
Such vessels are imaginary
I tip my hat, to one who'll come
To sail away into the sun
For tinker, sailor, Captain be
This Old Love was made by me
I am attracted to the same old
Playlists, meditative serenades
Stretching from 80s to last year's hits
To clip my nails to
Leading me down the long and winding road
To where your row of hedges
Meet the letterbox
As far as it goes.
Conjuring ideas of monologues
A tribute to intangible
Feelings dribble all over the page.
Ones that never make it out of the envelope
Perhaps it's better this way.
Better than burned unceremonious
In the back paddock of my hey days
Better than buried by the bedroom door crawling with miniscule dust mites
Sidled up to last decades yellow pages
Better to be read and real
Than devoured by silverfish
Keep putting it out there
So Tracy Chapman says,
How I wish
Someone like her
Would sing so much
For one like me.
Enough rhythm in pounding heart beats
Substantial originality
To fuse a lyric or two to it
I want to write a song
It’s how I'll know
Whether she'll be -
Muse or siren?
Found in time or sea?
Call me...
Library woman
Where are you?
Hidden between etymology
And French architecture
Eating a cream bun?
Licking tips of fingers
Before each page flick
Looking busy on covert
Sweet craving break
One Friday afternoon...
Longing for weekend
Slipped between sheets
Frolicking tales
Ensconced in dreams
Twenty degrees latitude
Below Great Southern Island
Magnitude makes her home
In darkest sky
Nightfall, far from
Fluorescent light haze
She struts across horizon
Skirts lifted she parades
As thousands of admirers
Fill their eyes lenses
With her spectacle
Lady Aurora Nuyina
Ageless beauty adoring
Ancient wise ones
To common modern
Homo sapiens
Green light oxygen collides
Pink and red nitrogen spikes
Blue and purple helium high
Dare not reduce to molecules
Spark ignites romance
Mainlanders hop aboard planes
At the mere chance of
Watching her dance
Aura irresistible
Star signs equinox
Aries rising
Cabaret curtain milky way
Stage mirrors Southern Ocean
Audience adoring humans
Seals and penguins
A light of hope in darkness
Solar flares Earth's life giver
True beauty filled pleasure
Though hibernation blinds
Blue screen haze
Come out one and all
To greet our lady
Of Southern Skies
To fill minds with wonder
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
Is it always so enchanting
From your point of view?
Shining smilingly
Above the rooftops
Is the water's skin
Shivering under your gaze
Like I used to
Baroque soundwaves
Fill my ears
A detour from wayward
Straight lines
Gone haywire
I take the backbends
Winding by yesteryears
When the moon revolved
Around us
A poignant question
Posed to me by me
By mark of time
Who would love
Such one as I
Indiscriminately
Mine?
The notion begged
Ten thousand words
Just to describe
Such question
Then eighty thousand
More to write
Each possible retort
Once most likely
Hypothetical
Option I could find
At least another
Twenty thousand
Words crept through
My mind
Not until the warmth
Of one enamoured
By my side
To find stillness
Just to rest
These lips
Speechless
On mine
Incantations of solitude
Splayed all over
Iridescent pages
Wiped by finger wand
In an instant
Sweet torment of longing
For deeper waters
Treading still
Yet running
In ruminations
Creatures lurk
Prod and pull
At my toes
Envious of airborne
View below treetops
A curtain moves
Lights fade
My heart gallops
At the notion
A bond could not
Be saved
Summer solstice and the air is swimming with insects
Rays scoop down to bathe kangaroo grass heads golden
Swaying on waves of breeze surfing on treetops
To break the back of the working week is to finish at midday on Friday
Roll down to the bay with windows down and radio blaring
The kissed sound of a tinnie opening
Smacked on lips evokes guttural sighs and closed eyes smiles all around me
She was brazen as one of the locals
Sandy haired and sun kissed freckled skin chilled as southern air embraces her
First one in heckling others to obey her invitation
Then she'd disappear under the waves to shed her worries
No one ever looked at her sideways
Count the stars of heaven 