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

Dans la nuit

To know 
Without a shadow
of guilt, shame, doubt
though trite it may sound
A flash of mind
Last seen 6 hours ago

To know
With all lightness
Inside
If one green bottle
on the wall should fall
the first would be me

To know
Moving from object
Gazed upon
To glitter, shards, splinters
Dangerous to bare feet
Closer to original form

To remember
squeal of soles
on soft mounds
covet seabird treasures
safely keep
Waves eternally rise
to greet me

To recall
Dans la nuit
White caps peeps through
seam of dimness
winter solstice
breathe in out rush
tides and lungs
repeat

silver lines

the new day met with constance 
brazen she lay dreamily on downy pillow
proudly upon cirrus swish dreams
the weight of which pull lids deep

silken chords holding fast
basket below - up, up here we go!
ascending into senselessness
where memories roam on winds of warning

navigate desires like gusts taste of charcoal
cumulonimbus delay dawn's yearning
holding down gutless wondering
there she blows - hapless western wilds

combing fingers through silvery foam
capped on copper waves a lover's style
ancient language writhes under smiling eyes
wordless nod at time-worn heave of heart space

a fresh face crinkled by sharp cravings
admiring the anatomy of our youth
decades passing through all shades of blue
as if survived Antarctic

but no
we each to each
full of lyric, latin and lustful libre
boast of bodily heat returned to keep

Weather with you

Some loves are like a sea
salty touch chill to the skin
blissful diving in
on the fringe waves of grief
crash upon disheveled shores
tumbling in weeds
flotsam and jetsam

Some loves are a range
of mountains and hills
traverse through blinding
snow and wind
sudden change
dappled sun kisses
closed eyes before
hides behind peaks
searching caves within

Some loves are like a cloud
begging me - look up!
enamored by the majesty
of sky mirrored by our
smiles and glances
once dark and stormy sea
takes on new beauty
because of thee