Open door

Standing wide open
Facing me
Reflecting back
All I've been
Where I'm heading
Gazing possibility
Leading me onwards
Not locking me out
Transparency
Warm air wraps
On the breeze
Little visitors
Greet at table
With hands empty
Except for a key
Walking outside
To admire
Everything
Come sit by me
Lie in wait
Staring at stars
Rising on horizon
One day align
With mine

On the bow

Her face rides out front
Body carved by artisan
Not a live one steps foot
Lest to say farewell
Till return to homeland
Her likeness revealing
The love of artist heart
Like a woman of dreaming
Unreal onboard
Writing home to her
Every single day
Or some piece to hold onto
As tide carries me away
Carved wooden piece from Svenor’s figurehead, wrecked Newcastle 1914. Donor Alistair Gibson. ~ Maritime Museum of Tasmania

Illuminate

Thoughts crowded out
Like street nights
Festival lights
Extinguished
Past midnight
Holding open space
Reflecting on
Disappointments
Celebrations alike
No way to put
My finger on it
Taint with print
Hot to touch
Can't switch it off
Bask in its glow
Round the clock
Source metered out
In the dark
Enlightening
Tales tools of trade
Our words live on

Here comes the sun

Watching over me
Soaking through my skin
Widening my eyes
Each day
She beams at me
I glow
Even when I retreat
in my dark cave
She finds a way
To reach me
Shining on each day
She is the sun
Revealing
Morning yearning
Tales telling
Growing learning
Life has won
Over me

Spotted

I saw a Forty Spotted
Pardalote today
She was perched
Undercover
Sheltered from
The rain
She was chirpy
Twittering to
A nesting mate
While I watched
The handsome exchange
From the other side
Of the window pane
Such excitement
One feels
No matter how long
The encounter
A rare bird is she
Whom we hardly ever
Lay eyes upon
But long to see
Indefinitely
Design by Indigo James

Love like

A magic carpet ride
Source lost and found
Some foreign bazaar
Where incense, spice
And turkish delights
Feast your eyes
From afar
Friends call out
From way below
'Get down from there
You'll hurt yourself!'
Then tell them
'I don't care'
For a vision
Laid out in front
Shows me
As far as only
Mine eye
Can see
Derwent River, lutruwita / Tasmania

Imagine

Customs Hotel from Parliament Lawns, lutruwita / Tasmania.
It's too easy to imagine
If all the stars fell
Out of the sky
Dark nights
Would be warmed by
Street lights

Into the starlit darkness
She treads carefully
By the fireside
Flame flickers
In her eyes shining
Until dreams take over
Healing sore bones
Until birdsong breaks
Through her thoughts
Each morning