What say you?
Shall we dance at noon?
Sit amidst the Silvereye's
Playground of golden limbs
Crumbs picked off tables
Sparring with families
Wrens and yellow-throated
Honeyeaters, whose plumage
Blends beautifully
In the dappled grove
Of Autumn
Telling tall stories
Interspersed with gluttonous
Bursts of jam packed lips
Licked clean with cream
Tales of loves lost and found
A local muse renown
As fallen leaves we pine
For far away spring
Fawning
Need not be a bad thing
Laying eyes upon the world
Though one absent
Arousing beauty within
A momentary glimpse
An hour, a day
What of it?
It plays over
Again endless
Pictures of you
Parade through chaos
Marching bands
Entwining hands
Only mine at twilight
Grateful for delicious cake
Left over from celebrations
Side glance conversations
Walking past to other table destinations
Qualifications on displays
Of generous affection
Home made, ends of yarning
Only small price to pay
Tid bits of life history
Scattered on forest path
Leading to bare timber hut
Alpine hills, no wood heater
Scaling walls with hand sized holds
Cold and rough chalk grip
Overhang semicolon coming
The weight of it
Slimming, championing own cause
Slough off personal flaws
Penning my life's work
To scatter into the silence
So it is to love the unknown
Grown accustomed
Sparse reply a gentle sword
To hang on her every word
One who admires
Tiniest seed
Discerns weeds
From fertile grasses
Known by name only
Loved by many
Legacy lives on
In memories
Seasons borne
Fire spawns
New life a plenty
Do not try,
Pipes chorus -
To compete,
It’s not a game,
Chides a waiter -
With the apple
Of her eye.
Devotion decades deep
While you are merely
A drop in her sea.
Constant, awash
A reed among kelp forest
Slowly disappearing
Taste of salt tears
Sweat of remembrance
Incomparable to the love
She plucked from tender
Young tree
Senses seeking places
Where time stands still
Burden drifts away
Nonsensical rules fade
Sink to murky depths
Disapproving looks cling
To craggy rocks
Boom and crash of waves
Soothe the news of today
Diggers on parade
Clanging bands and gongs
While my heart simply
Called by siren's song
Behind soft closed eyes
Resigned
Lights out
Play the reel again
Click switch
Tick of film
Coursing through
Ferris wheel of time
Bulb warms soft
Against the greyness
Dust smokes away
Again
In the park
Walking along chatting
With a friend
Observing absences
Post pandemic life
Look up
She materialises -
Wishes surprise
Creases in face
melt away
Helium smiles
lift the sky
Her eyes dart
Concerned for friend
I say nothing
Pretend
But quip on the cans
In their hand
Flashback to teen girl
Sitting on the Datto
With treasured women
The pictures she used to send melt my heart over again
Jealous I am
She laughs and introduces
The dog but not friend
An afterthought
Living happily ever after
Cranial incantations
I do not write
But summons memories
To illuminate life, again
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Desire as the heat emanating
From the gas stove lit - extinguished
Once realised
One can build a fire - with what?
Outside these walls' shapely diameter
Of forest elders
Glacial remains confound me
Monuments to time gone by
Tears of loss and such colder
Forming peaks and troughs
Boulders of thought crushed
Weight of centuries soft snowfall
To walk together amongst it
Not for faint hearted
Tenacity, grit resilience
Packed duvet downy feathers
Love is love is all
Information soaked world
Drowning in un-truths
Lives un-adorned by beauty
Abandon your post
Step out into unknown
Count the stars of heaven 