Predilection

Black cockatoos a more reliable
Predictor of the weather
Heading east escaping vapour
Mountain hidden since dawn break

Abandon all attempts to exercise
Freedom to illustrate
Sparse drawing began
Brink of adolescence, identity elation

I leave the trailing line
Hanging poised quill laden
Ink heavy ready to spill
In favour of waiting

Forever a poem for you
A penned story always binding
Thoughts you can come home to
Though words need never rhyme

Gift of melancholy

Meticulously trawling 
Through archives
Of missed opportunity
Calling old numbers
On worn business cards
Are you still there?

Season of rearing
Likened to summers
Where grey skies
Isolate us from
Bronzed bodied beach
Work play enmeshed

Two trophies stand
Proudly against my chest
Giving out endlessly
To everyone depleted
Scars like war wounds

Though burden borne
Respond to moonlight
Swooning despite
Just a sliver
In the morning

Travelling across time
Space and memory
To wherever you
Happen to be
Field of flowers walking

Permission to unleash
All turbulent thought
Washing over trail
Of many footprints
Behind you

World rebuilding

Show me the ceiling
To break through it
Roof to climb
Endless stars infinity
Town edge dwelling
Among likeminded
City limits absorb
Unsuppressed greening
Ancient named peaks
Conquered cliff seams
Deconstructed reality
Worldbuilding dreams
Every time a memory
Falls from your lips
I capture the castle
Tend to its turrets
Looking out to wilderness
Waiting for inhabitants
Clock stopped in shock
Longing to revive
Moving hand to hand in time
For one
Clock tower GPO Hobart, Tasmania

Antipodes

Once was a time when
Stars were synonymous
With the afterlife
Ancestors shone
As diamonds spinning
Elipsis bound
Girth of lady earth
Lying flat submerged
Ground

Once was a time when
Hearts were synchronous
Rhyming couplets
Composing sonnets
Grand concertos
In an evening
As arms of rays
Move bout the waist
When a glance
Spun my world
Round

Window of opportunity

Peering through into
Your world now mine
Illuminating
Now to find
The key to latch
In the dark
Hiding under layers
Ancient wallpapers
Generations
Foundations
The same
Women endured
Loneliness
Female company
The only cure
Gateway
To wilderness
Built by hands
Bound in chains
Heart also
Only opens from
The outside
Officers Quarters, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Entwined

I hold myself 
Walking down street
Speaking to strangers
As if dear friends

I hold thumb between
Two fingers
Capturing the sense
That I am me, not them

Knowing full well
Where the boundary is
Where my body ends
And yours begins

Yet the fingertips
That stretch back
From my mind's eye
Touch yours and hide

Nestled in a hollow
Where no one can reach
I entwine with you
As if strolling through

The parting tide
Ignores the wall
Between earth and sea
Too timid to dive

Admiring the view
From low water line
Signals lost in fog
Along the way

Holding onto mine
Tesselated pavement, Pirates Bay, Tasmania

Sheltering

A time for adventure
Blistering cold and heat
A time for restoration
Distraction, diversion
Show me another way
Through the thickets
Deep immersion
A time for shelter
Closed cabin
Four walls
Cocoon
To reform
Break out
In good time
Reborn
Officers Quarters gardens, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Take me away

Tumultuous images
Whip through forest glades
Of my afternoon daydream
Real life happenings
Unrelenting

Where to turn for comfort
Assurance the world
Is still beautiful?
All is not lost?
Confounded

A flash of snowy white
Glistening pink
Ripe and soft
To touch, I imagine
Delighted

No justification needed
To escape by reaching
Hopeful fingers toward
Your hand in my imagination
Elation
Pink Fingers, Caladenia carnea, Tasmanian Orchid

Weather with you

Dreaming of blue skies
Long days lazy brew
Wandering eyes and steps
Mine beat, yours rhythm

Every story lingers
Over place spoken
An apparition
Curb, water view, spire

Waiting for intoxication
To fade so to take leave
Back to families
True stories entwined

Seen to be believed
Looks exchanged
Plastered smiles
Parting my clouds

Until next time
Pirates Bay, Tasman Peninsula