We say farewell
With a gift
Not many receive
A living thing
To tend and care
Responsibility
To remember lives
We cannot share

We say farewell
With a gift
Not many receive
A living thing
To tend and care
Responsibility
To remember lives
We cannot share

The special two
Who walk idly
Along the beach
In their imagination
Smiling at passersby
Holding hands
Greeting fellow
Furry four-leg friends
A woman's worth
Measured in beats
Of our hearts
Glad to be alive
She spies her love
Like a sweet secret
A jar of pear drops
Hidden entreat
Seeking waterfalls
Watching them spill
Away to sea
Feelings cascade
Endlessly

Would I be amiss
To ask you
As the rain
Washes through
Opening again
Until the summer
Scorches us
We hide away
Missing crimson
Pea flower
At Christmas

Their wife for a hat
A child for a cat
A lover for a bat
A friend for a mat
Sensibilities
Surrounded by
Seratonin
Someday fades
Why not instead
See streets of gold
Homes of gingerbread
Chocolate rivers
Smooth sailing comes
When you find your crew
Will you take me
As I am?
*The Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, a book by Oliver Sacks.



A waratah
My favourite
By far
Opening fingers
Delicious red
Planted firmly
Sandy bed
No need
For nurture
Spoil or fuss
No matter how
She tempted us
Hardy yet
Delicate
Glorious
Display
To rival
A rose
In her own
Stunning way

A Redwood
Tall majestic
Resists
Northerly breeze
Stimming
Leaf swirl
Reproducing
Off fallen
Branches
Shoots from
The roots
To increase
Community
Chattering
Between
With ease
Home for
Scaled wings
Release
Unspoken pain
Furls the brow
Like tectonic plates
Left and right brain
Colliding
Tears and words
Flooding rain
Eroding sharp precipice
Smoothing softening
Cascading
Deep richness
Exposed openly
Filtering through
Luscious soil
Creating
Wishing to tell
How much in love
Yet only throwing
Coins in the well
Gladly renounce
All my fortune
Silver words
Sinking down
Only reflection
Shines up to me
Love sinks heavy
Sentimentality
Surface waves hold
Endless sky above
