Tides in

Posted on January 31, 2022 by aperture

Ruminate

Posted on January 31, 2022 by aperture

'Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,

That Time will come and take my love away.

This thought is as a death, which cannot choose

But weep to have that which it fears to lose'

~ Shakespeare Sonnet 64

Love like

Posted on January 31, 2022 by aperture

A cocoon
Urging me
I have all
I need

Spinning round
Intimately
Fine silk
Weaving

Remaking
Every cell
To offer
Freedom

Memoriam

Posted on January 30, 2022 by aperture

I dedicate my writings
Dear Fanny Cochrane Smith
I lived upon her land
Learned what gratitude is

It healed my very wounded
Heart, spirit, mind
So I wish to return
To all of her kind

~written on kunanyi lutruwita / Mt Wellington Tasmania

Papillons

Posted on January 30, 2022 by aperture

Is clear there's something
Between us
That which keeps us apart
Holds us together
Rather than deter
It makes me want
You more

The image I portray
Is simply a gentle fear
That if it were to disappear
Our love would fade away

*Mimicry, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.*

The bravest woman I know

Posted on January 27, 2022 by aperture

To the woman with no means
Who spends her time 
Cleaning

Cares for all littlest 
Both furred and skin
Breeding

Bringing lively heartbeats
Into tearful world
Dreaming

Paring back overgrowth
Give wings to spread
Believing

Turning the other cheek
At the partnership 
Leaving

Turning new leaf
Love a fortune
Receiving

Would I rather?

Posted on January 25, 2022 by aperture

Some would prefer to be
Locked in a warm embrace
Holding hands on Summer's day
Dressing up for a parade

Underneath veneer new love
Springs to mind the perils of
Weighing strangers with a thumb
Viewed through tiny window 

Only thing to weigh my mind
The thought of you riding
Over mountains, rivers, coastlines
Scenery found by your thighs

All the heartache, sweat and tears
Over so many years
Devoting nature's wisdom
To so many ears

Keeping so very busy
With thoughts of making plans
Though there's never any demand
Greater love in absent fan

‘*Kookaburra sits in the old gum tr*ee, *merry merry king of the bush is he, laugh kookaburra laugh kookaburra, gay your life must be.*‘ ~ Australiana song by Marion Sinclair

Image Credit: Emma Haynes

I feel fine

Posted on January 21, 2022 by aperture

Heat wave
Tsunami wave
Shock wave
Tidal wave
Pressure wave
Goodbye wave
Blowdry wave
Global wave
Alpha wave
Sine wave
New wave

Standing on a hill
Waving at the shore
Wondering when
The final wave
Will come
To return
To life
Once more

Making plans
To see a band
Eating out
Nothing fancy
Just a few
More chances at
A minute spent
With you

How do you do?

Posted on January 19, 2022 by aperture

I ask my flowers..
They show spots, scars
Unwelcome visitors
Eroding fine display
Bugged by this
They pull up to sky
To climb higher
A royal bouquet

On our faces
We read them
Like palm lines
Mine long and broken
Immediately filled
With love
Looking so much
Like pain, longing
Confusion
Though silent willing
To never let
This moment end
To nurture soil
Grow colour 
A smile
To look into light
To unfurl
Holding on
Gently
For hope 
Seemingly
Forever

The undoing

Posted on January 18, 2022 by aperture

Bowl of red roses
One thorn
Field of clover
One bee
Picnic in grove
One ant
Sleeping dogs lie
One flea

Magnanimous reply
One word
Deep belly sigh
One spurn
Long tanned thigh
One burn

One yearns to turn
A blind eye
To all the ones
That lead to our
Undoing
If we erase
One line 
How delightful
It would be

Paring down
All nature's will
To living without
One penetrating
Sting
Would deprive us
Of so many 
Beautiful things