Hinterland

A stirring from cavernous 
Subterranean layers
Within me release
Seismic activity
Barely touches
The needle

Blossoming upwards
Blissful pockets
Of breath rising
Hinterland well spring

It bursts through
Surface though
No one hears
Air shifts feathers
Goodbye
For now
Lake Dobson, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania

Hue

How sweet and sour
Watching the time
Flit by

Strange how one person
Can make you
Laugh and cry
By doing nothing

I take off my
Pink hue lenses
Sheets of rain
Plummet to earth
Flooded

Shall I keep them on
For everyone's sake?

Rhythm with you
Is life
But sunnier
Than we know it

Whispers sent
Along with
Daily messages
Silence

Synaesthesia
Reveals to me
Grey and white
Like the sky today

An endless parade
Of solitary quiet

Twisting up to view
The sky
If I remain
Survive

My technicolour dreamcoat

Two loves worn
Handsomely like
Two coats

One hung for months
Until something special
Then adorn its lapel
Under my chin
Hugging my limbs
To all the best places

The other extraordinary colour
Well worn seams
Faithful in all seasons
Repairing its occasional
Pill and tatter

Strangers wide-eyed at
The style of the latter
How I long for daily
Great coat
A love that keeps warm
Whatever the matter

No returns

A christmas card 
For the previous owner
Every year
No return sender

How to tell her
How long ago she passed?
Her gesture arouses
A reminder

How we'd gladly
Hold her hand
In her final hours
To not be alone

Could not speak
Thank you, dear
Such a gesture
Is true love

Now, how to find it
Among the living
Busy, overwhelmed?
Love at peace

No certain future
Content in silence
No eye on wealth
Love with no returns

Predilection

Black cockatoos a more reliable
Predictor of the weather
Heading east escaping vapour
Mountain hidden since dawn break

Abandon all attempts to exercise
Freedom to illustrate
Sparse drawing began
Brink of adolescence, identity elation

I leave the trailing line
Hanging poised quill laden
Ink heavy ready to spill
In favour of waiting

Forever a poem for you
A penned story always binding
Thoughts you can come home to
Though words need never rhyme

Gift of melancholy

Meticulously trawling 
Through archives
Of missed opportunity
Calling old numbers
On worn business cards
Are you still there?

Season of rearing
Likened to summers
Where grey skies
Isolate us from
Bronzed bodied beach
Work play enmeshed

Two trophies stand
Proudly against my chest
Giving out endlessly
To everyone depleted
Scars like war wounds

Though burden borne
Respond to moonlight
Swooning despite
Just a sliver
In the morning

Travelling across time
Space and memory
To wherever you
Happen to be
Field of flowers walking

Permission to unleash
All turbulent thought
Washing over trail
Of many footprints
Behind you

Wednesday

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throw out your frown
And just smile at the sound
Sleek as a shriek, spinning 'round and 'round

Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Songwriters: Boris Williams / Perry Bamonte / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Johnathon Gallup

Friday I’m in Love lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group