Hinterland Posted on December 14, 2022 by aperture Reply A stirring from cavernous Subterranean layersWithin me releaseSeismic activityBarely touchesThe needleBlossoming upwardsBlissful pocketsOf breath risingHinterland well spring It bursts throughSurface thoughNo one hearsAir shifts feathers GoodbyeFor now Lake Dobson, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania
Hue Posted on December 13, 2022 by aperture Reply How sweet and sourWatching the timeFlit by Strange how one personCan make you Laugh and cryBy doing nothingI take off myPink hue lensesSheets of rainPlummet to earth FloodedShall I keep them onFor everyone's sake?Rhythm with youIs lifeBut sunnierThan we know itWhispers sent Along withDaily messagesSilenceSynaesthesia Reveals to meGrey and whiteLike the sky todayAn endless paradeOf solitary quietTwisting up to viewThe skyIf I remain Survive
Wonder when Posted on December 12, 2022 by aperture Reply A star decides to moveOut from behindThe shadow of a planetFor its nameTo be knownGazed upon all roundThe worldForever Mt Field National Park, Tasmania
My technicolour dreamcoat Posted on December 12, 2022 by aperture Reply Two loves wornHandsomely likeTwo coats One hung for months Until something specialThen adorn its lapelUnder my chinHugging my limbsTo all the best placesThe other extraordinary colour Well worn seamsFaithful in all seasonsRepairing its occasional Pill and tatterStrangers wide-eyed atThe style of the latterHow I long for dailyGreat coat A love that keeps warmWhatever the matter
Falling Posted on December 11, 2022 by aperture Reply Mountain riverRains cascadingOver cliffWhitewaterMoments waitingSmiles emanatingOver timeTogether Russell Falls, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania
No returns Posted on December 10, 2022 by aperture Reply A christmas card For the previous ownerEvery yearNo return senderHow to tell herHow long ago she passed?Her gesture arousesA reminderHow we'd gladly Hold her handIn her final hoursTo not be aloneCould not speak Thank you, dearSuch a gestureIs true loveNow, how to find itAmong the livingBusy, overwhelmed?Love at peace No certain futureContent in silenceNo eye on wealthLove with no returns
Treasure box Posted on December 9, 2022 by aperture Reply A love like thisNeed not speak a wordOffer a giftTouch a hurtFor endless richesAre stored away safeFrom prying eyesWhispered daysCollected conversationOver endless afternoonsThat live in a landscape Of memories with you
Predilection Posted on December 4, 2022 by aperture Reply Black cockatoos a more reliablePredictor of the weatherHeading east escaping vapourMountain hidden since dawn breakAbandon all attempts to exerciseFreedom to illustrate Sparse drawing began Brink of adolescence, identity elationI leave the trailing line Hanging poised quill ladenInk heavy ready to spillIn favour of waitingForever a poem for youA penned story always bindingThoughts you can come home toThough words need never rhyme
Gift of melancholy Posted on December 4, 2022 by aperture Reply Meticulously trawling Through archives Of missed opportunity Calling old numbersOn worn business cardsAre you still there?Season of rearingLikened to summersWhere grey skiesIsolate us fromBronzed bodied beachWork play enmeshed Two trophies standProudly against my chestGiving out endlesslyTo everyone depletedScars like war woundsThough burden borneRespond to moonlightSwooning despite Just a sliver In the morningTravelling across timeSpace and memory To wherever youHappen to beField of flowers walking Permission to unleashAll turbulent thoughtWashing over trailOf many footprints Behind you
Wednesday Posted on November 30, 2022 by aperture Reply Dressed up to the eyesIt's a wonderful surpriseTo see your shoes and your spirits riseThrow out your frownAnd just smile at the soundSleek as a shriek, spinning 'round and 'roundAlways take a big biteIt's such a gorgeous sightTo see you eat in the middle of the nightYou can never get enoughEnough of this stuffIt's Friday, I'm in loveI don't care if Monday's blueTuesday's grey and Wednesday tooThursday, I don't care about youIt's Friday, I'm in loveMonday you can fall apartTuesday, Wednesday, break my heartThursday doesn't even startIt's Friday, I'm in love Songwriters: Boris Williams / Perry Bamonte / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Johnathon GallupFriday I’m in Love lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group