Category Archives: LGBTQIA

Evensong

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From where 
Does that voice
Of home, of love
Emanate from
For you?

Mine in the silence
Stillness of morning
Liminal spaces
In between times

Waking and falling
Daily repeat
Comfort only
Listening sweet

As waves in chorus
Between the staves
Low vocal tones
Violincello

Hum of engine
Breeze on wing
Chatter of trees
Sky ocean mirroring

I have seen some
Listening for love
From afar, voices echo
From ruins and scars

But mine here and now
Alive and loud
Any less and how
Could I stand so proud?

So I sing evensong
Night and day
Short and long
To remind me and all

To listen to the voice
That proclaims you worthy
That the life you dream 
To live is real

If only
Within you
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard, loss of wildlife on Lord Howe Isl. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.

Hidden theatre

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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