Hidden theatre

Behind closed doors
Concertos applaud
Vacant space
Unadorned
With gazing eyes
Wondrous smiles
Shoulder shrug
Of thrilling chills
Why keep such love
Of life's liszt
Behind closed doors
When all ears could feel
This beauty
The Hedberg, Conservatorium of Music, Tasmania.

As surely as

Leaves are biding
Their time till fall
Soaking in sunshine
Cascading green wall

Clouds cover mountains
Blanketing dew
Drifting to sea
Each morning new

Human way of being
If ever any question
Is we're always feeling
All feel the same as you

No eye dear

Placing one pair
Of bird watching
Binoculars
Inside the cap
Of a navy hat
The dichotomy
Of my life
In a cardboard box
To move again
Another new start
This one makes ten

I recall the power
Of words
And silence
Both can make
You laugh
Or cry
Both can be used
As weapons
Or protection

So I look keenly
Through looking glass
At feathered friends
Deserving our attention

While hiding away
To collect
Dust and mites
Gold braid
Felt and thread
That hold together
Memories
Of a time
When men were blind

If only I understood
That my words
Held power
Over you
I would use it
For good
To say only
I love you
If I could

Falling

Swept
Breath
Fall

Off their feet
Taken away
On their knees

Sounds divine?
We have a lifetime
To work it out
How to live in love

From this position
Upturned
Breathless
Lying low

We will need
Every day
However long
It should take

To know
How to stand
Held hands
Walk on
Artists of Tasmania ~ William Buelow Gould, Kennedia prostrata, Red prostrate creeper. C 1837.

Allport Library and Museum Collection, State Library of Tasmania.

Both sides now

When the shoe fits
On the other foot
A new perspective
Holding on edge
Of her world

Every time we meet
In the public eye
I wonder whether
The luckiest am I

Every time we see
Another night
I wonder whether
The last sight

Every time we hear
The same old songs
I wonder whether
They're ever wrong

Every time we lie
Wanting nothing
I wonder whether
Love we bring can

Let it be

Love like

A homing pidgeon
Taking away
To far off places
Letting go
Watching, waiting
Every day
Hoping praying
She'll come home
When she does
Cheers of joy
The sound of
Two wings flapping
White spread feathers
Fantails
Always wondering -
If she flies
In own direction
Wondering whether
She'll be alright
This night

Soft landing

Landing softly on my feet
After jumping
Off a cliff
In the dark
Claws out
Behind me

A sparrow turns
Says to me
This I do
Frequently

Pecking up seed
Nature cared
To scatter
Just for me

Eyeing another
Diving so flippantly
Decided to free fall
In her slip stream

A warm blanket of air
Covers over my landing
Softly swiftly
With ease

Sound tracks

Taking in all surroundings
Tracks on repeat no match
Choosing songs for new life
Old one despatched

Morning wake up call
Lunch time serenade
Evening retreat
Love crush parade

Can you have too much
Of a good thing?
I'd like to try
Reality sinking in

Stockholm's cold
So's my toes
A fire is stoked inside
Where wind can't blow

What's in a name?
Call me what you will
Mother no longer
Babes named me, Lili

A sweet song
Their voices chime
Familiar tunes
Family tones

Voices leave tracks
Erasing time
Cover over old lines
Glorious overgrowth

Women swoon
Swinging low
Crooning over
Heartfelt show

Spurning strife
Tunes tall tower
Mire a moat
Pale in power

Building castles
In my mind
No need for search
Songs always find

Love's soundtrack
In my life