How does your garden grow?

How does your garden grow?

Bye is never good
When it is the last

Upon waking I realise
I am not ready for
The way the world
Presses in on me
From all sides
Until I spy
The spiral motion
Of living things
All around
I feel safe
At home
Taking my shell
Of security
Everywhere
With me
Curl once more
Adding up the numbers
Wins multiply behind me
Cast myself off
From the shore merrily
To begin another adventure
Between the tides

Every woman deserves
More than a sonnet
A statue
Warmth of gentle hand
Kind words repeated
Especially in the heart
Of the storm
More than beauty worship
But limbs of dignity
Pride and passion
Are fostered
More than 'your woman'
To cherish or ignore
Wit and intelligence
Not enough or too much
For yours?
Draw back velvet curtain
More than body -
Heart and soul

Some days it feels
Pain will never leave
Keep your eyes on horizon
Or where it should be
Farewell again, friend?
Light, dark, light again*

Of all the treasures
I've ever seen
Wisdom, beauty, truth
Redeemed
Finest gifts
Rarest traits
Trust is bound
Longing waits

The seashells of Tasmania: a comprehensive guide by Simon Grove. 2nd ed. 2019.
Lift the lid on
Colourful opportunism
Take your pick
I chose you
At first glance
Cranberry dreams
Soaked in liqueur
A dollop of cream
From the same maker
We all are and yet
Shelved by label
Aroma drifts
Scented desire
Lifts my mood
Day and night
Yet never to taste
Admire the flavours
On wrists, nape of neck
Dab on lips
A pity to waste
Something so beautiful
Perched high with only
A window view

Take me with you


The salty sea understands
Vast unbounded loneliness
Despite surrounded by
Bountiful land
Fringed with company
Immersed in memories
Exuding calmest thought
Her placid shores
Lap at my feet
Spurring me on
