Stories untold

Hesitant is a friend until the next wave of my wandering.
Stories untold how to salvage after the fire consumes everything
End is not always loss when so much worth was claimed.
Happenstance turned us both down left and right field of remembrance.
Standing at opposite sides of the will, wake up to all the things you said.
Let it blaze inside the mind for a wishful younger self.
Spurn at the thought of marked embrace, that leftover sweet touch of soft centre pending.
Goodenia lanata, trailing native primrose. Hobart Domain grasslands.

I wish I knew you then

When your hope was without end
Your smile could light the sky
Your love never ran dry

I wish I knew you when
Passion put your thoughts to pen
Ink ran free, exploring edges
Of wilderness ne'er seen

I'd dream to hold the hand
This wishful young woman
Full of wisdom and insight
Not anticipating ache

Even more than this
I long to hold the kiss
And the gaze that beheld
A life lived wild and free

Yes, more than any thing
A sunny coast retreat
A quick retirement
Just me and the breeze

Yes, more than this
I just wish I knew you now

How to make cake

I sifted through the mound 
of lightly tinkered implements, ornaments, embellishments.
Curious to comb fingers through light whisps of cotton candy hair stirring on breath.
Trice eyes met.
Chattels of connection melt in the swelter of touch.
Bonds of time fling affairs out of space.
In no ritual way
I swallow words as readily as lemon tarts.
One hundred ways to say
I am yours
Though never mind
The crumbling gateau of cream filled sublime.

Panic at the cinema

Wake to fresh reality
Ponder all those versions
Gone before me
Originals ever replaced
With tributes and re-makes
Grasp hold of sanity
With both hands
Light falls downwards
Darkness rises
Spirit steady as horizon
Bare feet connect to
Fine grain of ancient history
One day to become
Till then an observer
Of the lives of almost friends and lovers
Small town blues and golds
Pottering around heritage homes, theatres and dining rooms
Chewing on latest news
Overlooking chaotic streets
Mimicking incessant heart beats
Growing ever faster
At the sight of long lost love
Street art South Hobart

Mantra rays

I cannot be a life buoy
But show you how to swim
When to float on Spring tide
To catch the next wave in

I'll make quick work of sunrise
Point you to due East
By night you'll sail across the stars
The farthest lands to greet

The undersea mere curiosity
Of shadows lurking, cold
Shudder off the thought of it
Just keep your head afloat
Quiet Corner, Bruny Island Tasmania

Sinking feeling

Ever since that time
You flew away
Across the strait
For poignant day

My heart sank

Never again would I allow
My heart to be
Shipwrecked
Without a life-raft

We exist in a temporal way
In some parallel galaxy
Where our minds float
Willingly among dreams

Not our bodies

A kaleidescope of loves
Exist within one bond
How to split affection
Across the diaspora?

One token affection
Placed in a box
Pride of mantle
To deliver new year

Gathering dust
Sunrise over Derwent River

How do I know?

We all cried out
With our spiral perms
Bouncing in disco blue light

How I know?..
Walking longing on leash
Through swathes of native grassland
Hoping against all hope
To find a glimmer of flower
More delicious than weed

Rolling in bed with heartburn
Late into night and early morn
Standing in the kitchen alone with thoughts
Salvaging burnt toast again

.. if this is really love

Listening to songs of mourn
Tributes to ache across eons
On repeat

Wonder where the strength
Is found within
As time goes on
Their pulse overtakes mine
Face more alluring
Lines soften and fade
Walls fall
Clothes line the floor
No turning around
Or so I've found

Burst

Beauty of holding 
Breath expelled
Quick succession
Balloon fills its girth
Hearts beat like hooves
On cup day
Tension mounts
Truth like a pin prick
Bursts as flaccid pieces
Fall gently at four feet
Questions at ease
Posed so handsomely
Hold hands and jump
Into a sea of soliloquy
Knowing who one wants to be
Wayfaring strangers are we