Soothe goodbyes

I sold my cello for cash
To ask a woman
To rub me down
From top to toe
My aching bones
It was lonely
In the big city

She talked long
Questioned me
As her hands worked
Along my arms
To my fingertips
A tremelo
Harmonic high
In her voice
Nerves sang to me

I dampened the sound
With my thoughts
Brave enough only
To dip my toes
In the Pacific
All my talk
Of ocean swimming
Covered in oil
A slick, skipping
Up sand dunes
Watching boys
Kick balls around
I kicked a return
They applauded

Yes, always a backstop
Left, right, out
Fielding questions
Of life, loss, love
All of the above
My hall grieves
Emptiness of dominant
Killer curves, gone
Instead halls are hallowed
By eager eyes waiting
For Ben and Jerry's
To arrive on the doorstep

Piano chords rise
Arpeggios to the sky
If I had it back
Could I play for you
Afterall that's gone
Between us?

Bare in mind

Burst into a new day - as is always 
though stomach of lead
Soothing balm of acceptance
clears the head

Long nights cooling extremities
warmed by friction of two feet
Long embrace, tightly wound
whispering pillow talk aloud

Dreams of doll houses, life sized
landlord of childhood fantasies
Glimpse of morning breaking
shakes shadows to the ground

If I topped every peak
wore a floppy hat each week
Acquired mansion by the sea
planted vineyards, pressed for thee

Still, by dawn's clear revelry
no face will hold such clarity
As one who loved and let me be
when I had not a thread to weave
Photo by Ksenia Chernaya on Pexels.com

At least

At least a welcome distraction 
From turbulent hot air rising
Cool, clearness of blue
Hiding under icicle-tips
Like eyes peering into
Shared hope of memory
Cut short too soon

At most an emotional roller-coaster
Sneak into the line-up
Hiding in plain sight
Smiling Cheshire-like
Secure fastenings
Allowing arms raised
To the sky
Riding the highs
Stomach drops on falling
Imagining hand to hold

At last pleasant thoughts
Rouse me each morning
Volumes of novellas
Unfolding
Milan Milojevic, Night and Day 2016, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery Exhibition ‘Twist’ 2023

Big sky sea

In all your stories 
In that universe of yours
I noticed, you're alone
Haunted by voices
Evading natural horrors
Sense of place strong
As if wedded to landscape
Betrothed to the sea
Enamoured by creatures
A sensory plea
Once raging storms settle
Sunrise warms skin
Will one day a touch
Be welcomed in

Heartland

The heart of a woman
Is very much like
the earth

At its core
A fire burns
It has its quake

At its face
Life flourishes
It has its birth

In its depths
It has its treasures
Too
Artist Milan Milojevic 2016, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery Twist exhibit 2023.

Poem inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s The Heart of Man

Bloom with you

If only one knew the varietal
Upon first sight
One would not wonder why
Petals faded
After such a short time
Once saw the blush of full bloom
Though only an old image
Ill wondered if my touch
Would arouse another season
Caladenia carnea, pink fingers orchids of Tasmania.

Orchid eye

At last, hope all but declined
To fill the void and vacant mind
Unthinkingly returned to find
Her soft response - as silk - sublime

Flesh of petal, down of breeze
Float respondent, clasped with ease
A moment rendered skips repeat
Upon the joy bells fringe appease

Wavering as the hooded green
Time was all a seasoned dream
Though orchid eyes all summer roam
Abiding sight I've never known
Caleana major, large flying duck orchid, lutruwita / Tasmania