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

Byways

Dreams line the highway
Of my life
Unobtainable
Home as wife

Like shooting stars
Exploding into fireworks
Then fade into dust
Raining on rooftops

Steadfast are flowers
Growing in cracks
Gutters and sidewalks
As constant as the sun

Life abounds on edge
I sit poised waiting
Open doors saving
Sight for sore eyes
Oatlands, Tasmania

Night blind

Storms hover
Laden with energy
As tarry black
Night sky pours out
Longing freezes over
Bursts of Spring
Barely taken hold
Tender shoots
Yearning to flower
Waking dawn
Her face shines over
Melting at the sight
Crying streams
Down to river
Harshness softened
Bud revived
To bloom and grow
To thrive
Kunanyi / Mt Wellington

Shopping list

First thing to add is a packet of self-respect

To this, all other ingredients can be added

Then, take the junk food out of the bag

Leave it unless kindness is a preservative

No silent treatment 

Shut downs, let downs, broken promises

These are carcinogens

The cheap things on the list

Will cost you the most 

In the long run

If we ingest words, touch, treatment

Only take away the best

You are worth it

A gourmet nutritious spread

Of generosity 

Don’t shove down anything else

Wreak havoc with your insides

Because humans have basic needs

And love is one of them

Iceland

Memoir

It's hard to hold
Your heart open
When hurt
So many times

Chorus of advisors
Do they see
Gladness and sadness
A two toned coin

Flipped like a dime
Upon our partings
And meetings wondering
If you'll be mine?

Evidence inscrutable
Writing my way
Into your long term
Memory as a melody

Played out into
Our old ages
Something to sing to
On grey inside days

Mine a vinyl record
Its arm revolves
To quiet my soul
'Don't walk away'