There's a time not so long ago It still plays in my mind Like the little girl who giggled Hung her monkey arms around Your neck and made you laugh and smile so much Across the crowded venue Now the size of an adult She sits squarely at me and stares Just like my girl does I stared back too Masks up to our eyes What does she want to know? A silent reply Yes, I love her too
Moments like these can be found on the brink of never after They live on as an image that can never be erased Come what may
Artist: Lucienne Rickard, ecology studies. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery
Feathery down on tender leaf Bare skin of trunk Velvet grass under feet Grazed by lush grey coat Pressed gently in hand Distinctive scent arose Sensory pleasure all around Evokes a smile of fondness Desire to know once for all Mysteries under its surface
Prostanthera lasianthos, Christmas Bush, Lenah Valley Tasmania
I still wear on forehead In crinkles between eyes Bridge of my nose Nervous upturned smile Sips of tea swallow Traces might escape Sweet taste of mallow Soft between lips Clasped hands holding Onto myself until The unread letter Is revealed
Content with flow Words in verse Like a fire hydrant A spring flood cascade Filling easement Into wild yonder Equal to task The raging fire Quench its thirst Rise quickly New life
When wedged in the cleft of a cliff Gives shelter from relentless Beating rain and wind Storms outside and within Cool cave a respite Shade from scorching rays Love for another lights A campfire inside Keeps you warm all night Gives you strength to rise To stoke its smoky coals To nourish body and soul Sometimes loving you Is the same as loving me too.
Taking turns talking Round tables Regardless of Where or with whom My mind turns to you Peel back layers Time together immortal All the words spoken All the words unspoken I shake it off As love's loss
What would one say To knowing The sweet cavalcade Dancing in dreamtime Where rainbow glitter Unicorns and faeries Parade then sleep tenderly Among the daisies Where folk from far away Mingle peacefully Sharing all their wares Speaking freely One another's tongue The place where I Hold you in my arms
Exaocarpus cupressiformis, Native cherry, Lenah Valley Tasmania