The impossible girl

Seven score and fifteen
Since the day
Dared to reclaim
Blindfold fell away

The world is a scarier place
Yet wide, vast as the sky
When pulling opinions
Down from on high

Meeting all the faces
Damp lit street and dark
Being one with them
Hitting the mark

All the things refrain
Are real for us
All of life
Abounds in us

Are we alone
Divided by love
Of mythical tree
A new year's eve

Glorious garden grows
Its beauty renewed
Breathtaking view
for Lili

Bravehearts

In the land of Oz 
I've walked these streets 
Paved with gold
Priceless wares

Federation facades 
Heritage shades
Inked pinked bodies
Stand out boldly

A heart grows fearless
Sitting in places
Undeserving spaces
Unfamiliar faces

Speaking into the chasm
People's lives unfolding
In one moment 
Tones waves uniting

That heroic soul
So rare and pure
Timid and unsure
Held open the door




Overcoming

Air thickens 
Time fades
Breath holds
Sounds evaporate
Sight blinds
Mind wanders
Tongue loosens
Sense undone
Heart won
Compass spun
Cheeks tighten
Shoulders sigh
Smile resides
Inviting
Being lightening
Just arriving
Passing through
With you
Richmond, Tasmania

Tender shoots

Love small waving hands
Pointing up to the sun
Lime coloured ones
Delicate fronds

Every year heralding
New growth has begun
Resisting prunings
Wilting of winter

Hope for another year
Even when caretaker
Seemingly ignores
Their every need

Giving, as if
Love is enough
Mountain Pepper, Richmond Tasmania

Dreamscape

I woke from a dream
And saw you there
Returned to sleep 
Suddenly - unaware

Places that feel
Real to the senses
Plague our minds
Completely - unfounded

Dreamscapes grow
Over memories
Feeding on fallen
Radiantly - unmeasured

Ellendale, Tasmania

Spell bound

A certain spell
Grips tightly
Wrapping fondly
Cocooned

Feeling creeps in
Never felt before
Never again?

Flying free now
To joyful end
On the wind
Homeward bound

Life is won
Paths unknown
Finding a way
With love
Shouldered Brown, Heteronympha penelope – Ellendale, Tasmania.

Love Stories

There was an elder
Of mine own
Who spoke of rights
Assured of tone

He longed for pride
Of place on stone
Of pulpit
Matrimonium

To look over
Young ones
In their finery

Decry the love
Of Others
Unauthorized

When facing our
Mortality
Tongues are loose
Unconformity

Daze has come
and gone for me
When will again
A mystery

I'll sit in a grove
And speak the truth
With love that even
Forests approve

All may gather
And stories be heard
To embrace the days
Love covered
The earth