Like driving forwards
Watching rearview mirror
Dangerously close to me
Tailgating memories
Love to love
Feet and hands
Ears and curls
Voice and jokes
Wonder when
The deal broke
Misty rear
Window view
Written off
After only
A few months
When really
All was written
For you
Future thinking laid out
Like a thin grey line
Where the ocean
Meets the sky
Boundless heights
Unfathomable depths
Unknown spaces touch
In surface tension
Breaks, bubbles
Waves and drifts
Freedom to exist
Between them
Floating on a breeze
Between continents, adrift
A breath of indifference
Can stifle the mood
Drain colour in landscape
Surrounded in gloom
Billions of raindrops
Illuminated by sun
Four seasons in one
Summer come
A homing pidgeon
Taking away
To far off places
Letting go
Watching, waiting
Every day
Hoping praying
She'll come home
When she does
Cheers of joy
The sound of
Two wings flapping
White spread feathers
Fantails
Always wondering -
If she flies
In own direction
Wondering whether
She'll be alright
This night
The nature of us all
Interwined betwixt
Soil like black gold
Sky liquid silk
Hidden stories told
Under soled feet
Rubber hits the road
Dreams and days meet
A secret underground
Threads tie us all
Telling tales of
Magnificent scale
Beauty so minute
Rare mysterious
No telling where
It wanders
Growing silently
Inside me
Just below
The surface
Waiting patiently
To arise
Tentative to touch
Hesitant to taste
A glorious surprise
If arrived
Just in time
For me
She sits enthroned
Her head of stone
Arms incapable
Of waving royally
Disempowered
For her beauty
Strength, immortality
Divine femme
No king of beasts
Can protect her
From iconoclasm
Cult postmodern
Mother to all
Yet none to rest
On her thighs
Soothed by breast
A body erect
All that remains
Of love
~John Elliott Classics Museum, University of Tasmania.
Herein contains
All the words
I cannot say
Though truly
Misses lost ones
That can't be said
With words
A warm igloo
In frozen tundra
A shady oasis
In desert down under
A cool clear pool
On white hot sands
A fresh trout stream
On vast open lands
A ripe berry vine
In dry scrub bush
A quiet space
In mid city rush
Elemental forces
We cannot contain
She comes to me
Like a forest fire
Cleansing opening
Ingiting on the breeze
Spreading seeds
Clearing debris
What holds us fast
From inevitable pain
We search seemingly
Aimlessly
It is always there
Hiding plain sight
A thrilling dare
To make it known
Love is never
In vain
'The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no they can't take that away from me
We may never, never meet again
On the bumpy road to love
Still I'll always,
always keep
the memory of...'
They Can't Take That Away~ Song by Billie Holiday
This Too Shall Pass, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
‘Skilled in sweet measures, and mistress of the Tyre…’ H. Poynter. R.A. Presented by Miss Ada Wilson.’
This Too Shall Pass, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
Count the stars of heaven 