Waiting on Cromwell

A poignant memory
Portioned away
Inside the brain
Slice of savoured
Black forest cake

Waiting on Cromwell
Opposite gaudy tower
Sandstone and steel
Cross to bear
If you will

Wandering feet
If message came first
Plans cancelled early
Take you towards
Riverside jetty

Words never spoken
Multiplied over years
Compound interest
Wealth of affection
Hovers in the air
St Georges Battery Point, Tasmania

True nature

To the unassuming hills
We may be how we please
For they judge us sparingly
For our actions

To the flowers and tall trees
Only sting comes from the bees
Who sacrifice themselves
To teach our lesson

To the sky and raging sea
We may shout and curse free
But to woman, man and child
Reveal true nature
Sky above Southern Highlands of New South Wales

Invention of hope

Is not so much a title
As a confession

Piggy back fingers
Plastic white keys
Crawling like mother spiders
Carrying plump babies

Star charts and milk shakes
At red velvet lounge
Coaxed so gently, never pushed
To play as long as life allows

So swiftly she overtakes me
As our web of dreams wash away
Hands dance along to weave
New memories for us

All the while reminding
Of the years we invested
Together, playing and singing
Preparing for the day
To fill the spaces
When the tune escapes me

Timeless beauty

Upon first glance
Face pale moonlight
Equal to beauty
Illuminated to many
Revolutions of earth

A woman of substance
Fine grain as wood
Seasons surround bloom
Flourishing, blaze endured

Striking contrast
Colours lines artistry
Framing graciously
Most glorious smile
Thelymitra ixioides, spotted sun orchid, Tasmania