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Fleeting moments

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Some like sky 
Affect ever changing 
Fleeting clouds as moments
Intentions dissipate 

Others are moonshaped
Soothsayers drawing in
Ocean whim of attraction
Bold orb to winsome sliver
 
While those most like
Giants of the forest
Branches give shade to
Vulnerable young creatures

Might shed leaves to reinvigorate canopy
A season long hopeful wait
Of beauty immeasurable 

While one of deeply held belief
Molten desire tense decades 
Ashen interest rises
Eruption surprises

Constant fault lines rift
Ocean islands drift
Gentle seasons in the South
Etched in my memory forever

Tall stories

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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
Taroona Shot Tower, Tasmania

Scattered past

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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

Trying

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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
View to Adventure Bay, Bruny Island Tasmania

Untethered

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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
Long Beach Sandy Bay

Incantations

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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
Scotch Thistle by the Rivulet, Lenah Valley Tasmania

Photographing Nature | Nicely

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The moral of the story The moral of the story is not to stop going out and enjoying photographing the world. That would be rather boring and also kind of pot calling kettle. What we all need to do is to challenge ourselves a bit more. During a workshop into ethical orchid photography at the […]

Photographing Nature | Nicely