Count the stars of heaven

Our stories are more than the sand on the shore

Space junk

Posted on March 16, 2022 by aperture

All that glitters
Is not gold
In zero gravity
Feel free and easy
But unavoidable
Collisions with
Floating debris
Leave me speechless
On the far 
Distant galaxy
My star lights the way
She is bright and sparkly
Unnamed oft spoken 
Constant in the sky
Can we consume
Drifting asteroids
Wandering satellites
That hinder us?
We are but dust
If I shine
We collide
Will we repel
Explode
Create a new world?
Or at least
Glow brighter
Unto ourselves
While dark stillness
Between us
Illuminates
Stories untold

Open door

Posted on March 16, 2022 by aperture

Standing wide open
Facing me
Reflecting back
All I've been 
Where I'm heading
Gazing possibility
Leading me onwards
Not locking me out
Transparency
Warm air wraps
On the breeze
Little visitors
Greet at table
With hands empty
Except for a key
Walking outside
To admire
Everything
Come sit by me
Lie in wait
Staring at stars
Rising on horizon
One day align
With mine

Hey lady

Posted on March 15, 2022 by aperture

I like your spots
The way you hang on
When the going gets rough
Then fly away
When you've had enough
I always feel
You make my day
When you come into
My world

You are one to marvel
But hard to catch

The day I saw you
I met my match

On the bow

Posted on March 9, 2022 by aperture

Her face rides out front
Body carved by artisan
Not a live one steps foot
Lest to say farewell
Till return to homeland
Her likeness revealing
The love of artist heart
Like a woman of dreaming
Unreal onboard
Writing home to her
Every single day
Or some piece to hold onto
As tide carries me away

Carved wooden piece from *Svenor’s* figurehead, wrecked Newcastle 1914. Donor Alistair Gibson. ~ Maritime Museum of Tasmania

Illuminate

Posted on March 9, 2022 by aperture

Thoughts crowded out
Like street nights
Festival lights
Extinguished
Past midnight
Holding open space
Reflecting on
Disappointments
Celebrations alike
No way to put
My finger on it
Taint with print
Hot to touch
Can't switch it off
Bask in its glow
Round the clock
Source metered out
In the dark
Enlightening
Tales tools of trade
Our words live on

Here comes the sun

Posted on March 6, 2022 by aperture

Watching over me
Soaking through my skin
Widening my eyes
Each day
She beams at me
I glow
Even when I retreat
in my dark cave 
She finds a way
To reach me
Shining on each day
She is the sun
Revealing 
Morning yearning
Tales telling
Growing learning
Life has won
Over me

Un amour sans chagrin

Posted on March 5, 2022 by aperture

Ashes

Posted on March 5, 2022 by aperture

Showering rain opens
Fallen of yesterday
Buried in layers
Soaking in ready
For new openings 
Rising again
A new green shoot
Fresh and bare
Untouched
Sensitive to grazing
Unfurled plentiful
Placeholders populate
Hold on to precious
Earth newly nourished
To cover over through
The dawning years

Casting off

Posted on March 4, 2022 by aperture

Cast off accoutrements
Don dancing shoes
Second summer echoes
Through wine bars
Breweries
Trees on second wind
Greening the byways
Good cheer pouring
Positive meniscus
Sips. Smile. Sit back.
Breathe.
Too much goodness
Enough to leave the crust
The best is yet to come
love this...
Enough to last the year

Spotted

Posted on February 28, 2022 by aperture

I saw a Forty Spotted
Pardalote today
She was perched
Undercover
Sheltered from
The rain
She was chirpy
Twittering to
A nesting mate
While I watched
The handsome exchange
From the other side
Of the window pane
Such excitement 
One feels 
No matter how long
The encounter
A rare bird is she
Whom we hardly ever
Lay eyes upon
But long to see
Indefinitely