Thrill of the chase

Posted on March 25, 2022 by aperture

Endless Summers

Posted on March 20, 2022 by aperture

Multiple intelligence

Tells me she's leading
Highways and byways
Rivulets and streams
By foot or wheels
In sideways sleet
Drifting drizzle
Glistening on hair

All my days I'd travel
Endless concentric circles
Just to rest upon
The place where
We meet next time
Only by fate

For to say these
Endless words to ears
Would mean what
Southern Summer days
Do carelessly
We wake up 
Suddenly to
Poignant
Silent
Goodbyes

More beautiful
For being rare
And unaware
How deeply missed
Long to travel
Over hemisphere
To find her again

Down

Posted on March 17, 2022 by aperture

Teasing a whisper trail
Covering over a lifetime
He said, she said
Cellists make good lovers
As she hugs her legs
Round the portly shape
Smooth timbre of hips
Vibrating sullenly
As boozy fingers
Re-member how to be
When eyes hone in
Expectantly
These beams come down 
Onto me from the sky
A place I can never climb
So I evacuate from
The bottom rung
Sink my toes into
Mounds of moss
Lichen it grows
On me like you
Hidden shape teases
Behind a silk wave
Hiding her face
When I try to take
Her picture

Open door

Posted on March 16, 2022 by aperture

Standing wide open
Facing me
Reflecting back
All I've been 
Where I'm heading
Gazing possibility
Leading me onwards
Not locking me out
Transparency
Warm air wraps
On the breeze
Little visitors
Greet at table
With hands empty
Except for a key
Walking outside
To admire
Everything
Come sit by me
Lie in wait
Staring at stars
Rising on horizon
One day align
With mine

Hey lady

Posted on March 15, 2022 by aperture

I like your spots
The way you hang on
When the going gets rough
Then fly away
When you've had enough
I always feel
You make my day
When you come into
My world

You are one to marvel
But hard to catch

The day I saw you
I met my match

Colonial carving

Posted on March 11, 2022 by aperture

On the bow

Posted on March 9, 2022 by aperture

Her face rides out front
Body carved by artisan
Not a live one steps foot
Lest to say farewell
Till return to homeland
Her likeness revealing
The love of artist heart
Like a woman of dreaming
Unreal onboard
Writing home to her
Every single day
Or some piece to hold onto
As tide carries me away

Carved wooden piece from *Svenor’s* figurehead, wrecked Newcastle 1914. Donor Alistair Gibson. ~ Maritime Museum of Tasmania

Illuminate

Posted on March 9, 2022 by aperture

Thoughts crowded out
Like street nights
Festival lights
Extinguished
Past midnight
Holding open space
Reflecting on
Disappointments
Celebrations alike
No way to put
My finger on it
Taint with print
Hot to touch
Can't switch it off
Bask in its glow
Round the clock
Source metered out
In the dark
Enlightening
Tales tools of trade
Our words live on

Here comes the sun

Posted on March 6, 2022 by aperture

Watching over me
Soaking through my skin
Widening my eyes
Each day
She beams at me
I glow
Even when I retreat
in my dark cave 
She finds a way
To reach me
Shining on each day
She is the sun
Revealing 
Morning yearning
Tales telling
Growing learning
Life has won
Over me