Love like

A manicure
Constantly tending
Ever growing
Uncomfortable process
Paring and smoothing
Rough edges
Common trait of humanity
Yet individual as
A fingerprint
Love an identity
Caring regularly
Outward sign of
Healthy nurture
Nourishment
Beautiful accessory
To extend
To hold
In another's
Hand

Love is all you need

In the hey daze they believed
Love is all you need
Offspring of starched
Apron generation
A leaf out of a book
Cruel to be kind
Post migration
Preceded by a silent
- Exclamation -

All we see is HMV
Flapper dress hair
Glitz and flare
Through movies eyes
We hypnotize
My conflagration
Of X, Y's, Z's and I
Digital pinnacle to climb
Steadily insisting
We are living in
Unprecented times
This is my generation

Seeking inspiration
With glowing eyes
Yet the sweetest find
Is in your smile
Portrait by Lily Allport ~ Artists of Tasmania.

Sister smiles

Failsafe friend days
Filled with laughter
Topdown wind in hair ways
Hope your headscarf stays

The biggest smiles
Reserved for little
Sister dearest
Keepsafe creative memory

Easy hair down
Help tailor made
In a bind
Pave a way

Waves over statelines
Saving grace
Voice a soothing space
For centuries

Women on the verge
Of finding one another
Peace never needing
A reason to love
Peppermint Bay, Woodbridge Tasmania

Pleiades

Dancers in dusky streetlight
Seven forms converge
Reflecting blue
Evading the darkness

Superceded by
Spectacular collisions
Supernova sky

In the millions
Years of stillness
Like one looked
In the mirror

Saw the other
Longing to look within
Each other
Forever

Live like
No tomorrow
Casting stars
Into orbit
For a hundred thousand
Tomorrows

Light years end
Replaced by dark nebula
Crash course time and again
Pressing upon the moment
Tales trail behind

A particle of dust
Floats by
Miniature universe
Beyond our eyes

Little did she know

The tragedy of poetry
Is how Atwood sees
As the words are written
Inspired event complete

Like an epitaph
To memory in bold
Detail delightful sighting
Though future is untold

No assurance can be given
By simply putting down
Ink to paper, finger tap
All prophecy unfounded

Into future like Le Guin
A new world expounded
If all society's whisper
In amplified stereo sound

A foot tapping, toe curling
Secret I keep
That all stories begin and end
With us somewhere in between
Eucalyptus globulus, Tasmanian blue gum

Heavy

Heavy on my mind
Light in my step
Taking my time
Giving me power

Under my skin
Deep in the heart
Over everything
Where do I start?

Love is burnt toast
Running late
Sleeping in
Talking straight

Smiling inappropriate
Moments on repeat
Fear of being alone
Knowing never will be

Because you're always
Here beside me

Poignant parting

We each have new beginnings
New seasons to
Leap and lie
Bow, lament
Rise and start again

Consider the sunbleached
Bronzed, beautiful
Beckoning blue
Sea and sky

Like a lover's high
Adrenalin
Riding waves
Salt water bouyancy

Yet one day
White caps on the bay
Forcing its way
On the rocks

All endings unpleasant
Never a parting
Without pain
Is that the reason, though

To never start again?
When we can be held
Through that passage
Of time and inspire

Years attended by
Watched over with
The one who would never miss
Being in the moment
With you

Did I?

Did I enjoy that moment then?
When turning a ginger cat out of bed
To sit sublime and write stories
Sip tea and reminisce that moment when

A merry go round of accidents
Incidents, coincidences
Wishing away the minutes
Until another one happens again

Sit steadily, observing
All the people, things, moments
A blade of grass, a couple kissing
Lights flashing, red and blue

Actions shots
Still life
I crawl into my den
Soaking in moments when
In revelry

Devotedly, the afternoon sun
Casts a warm embrace
Over my arms
Shadows dance on black and white keys

As my fingers touch lightly
An enchanting unity
Nature has the key
Buzz pollinating in B minor

Like a moth drawn to a flower
Love is not dangerous
It laments to carry a sting
Used if love is not our best intention

Flow

To have words trampled
Beneath the cart wheels
On the streets
of old St Petersburg
Crimes a mystery
Hung backlit
By brazen streetlight
Broken, worn, blue
Time it takes
To decide ~ are they done?
Will they heal?
Slowly drip feeding
Stew of broth
Building marrow
Until the shine
In the eyes returns
Upon hearing
A chorus
Seeing a glorious
Image of affection
At mere mention
A novel moment
Produces a turrent
Cascading into
Rivers winding
Bringing life
Bearing it to sea
Setting free

House by the sea

Such a happy circumstance
To wind and reel in
Making it easy for you
To catch your tea

I would sit inside bay window
Watching a vinyl record
Revolve like my small world
On repeat

The safety of familiar tunes
Singing a harmony
Clawing fingers through
A shag pile rug

Life seems lovely
Until the wind and storms
Batter the front
Waves dare to sweep away

All I need is a cabin
A cosy corner bed
With lamp and books
Leather chair

A place to curl my toes
Sip tea and powder nose
The best view I could find
Would be with you inside
Hinsby beach, Taroona ~ overlooking River Derwent, lutruwita / Tasmania