Funny how Cosette Hands clutched to heart Could sing of love While another watching on Full and empty Is often only A few streets Between them Mind games Toying teasing Playing with its strings Only hurts the more When love comes to An end How often no one knows For whom The river runs deeply Until it flows no more
Fur babies and toddlers Ambled up and down Undulating hills Edge of grass against Soft waves of sand All breeds of humans Come from sun up to down I landed on these shores To start a life anew To resurrect and hope For a future Somehow the shine On the water Brightens the day Even when tears Choke back the words A stranger sits beside me And is more of a friend Than any Telling me her story Without asking Noticing my tears She bids farewell I say goodbye to Ollie Her dog She smiles Acknowledging Her one and only Love
Just as in a day Can take a breath Enslave it By evening freed In listless sigh Of resignation And sleep Don't dream it, be it Is nature's cry As several evolutions Of matter Land on my thigh Her eyes trace the outlines Mating decorations Imagining them away To nothing Come undone Completely For several hundred and one Days spent between extremes Fighting, crying, sight Laughing, smiling, delight No greater affirmation More than three letters Yes, or I do In the still dark silence There is none other But you
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
Behind closed doors Concertos applaud Vacant space Unadorned With gazing eyes Wondrous smiles Shoulder shrug Of thrilling chills Why keep such love Of life's liszt Behind closed doors When all ears could feel This beauty