Liquid light

On the spectrum from belief
To nilpotent
I may be strung along
Like a row of pearls
When lightning strikes
The heart of her
She ignites
Fuels her desire
My sweet exterior melts
Reduced to a puddle
To mirror her exuberance
To the sky
Till she hides under blanket
For the night
Summer solstice in Tasmania

Star signs

My youngest was born
On your birthday
All those years ago
He is kind, wise and generous
Born under the same sign

I'd lost memories like quicksand
Till I saw you, resurrected
Now I have dreams to protect you
From prying lips and eyes

All hours I spent
Watching, wondering
Which words would suffice to say
Now I clumsily write them down
In hope for brighter days

I left the lap of nature
For a piece on heritage street
Left behind a part of me
I am yet to retrieve

I long to nurture another
Tending to their wounds
Catching any words that fall
Just like you did for me

Nature therapy

If the push pull
Of love seems tough
Remember how to keep
Your heart tender

Recall the one lost
Push back her hair
Hold her cheek
Listen to her speak

Let her words seep
Into the cracks
Unkempt skin
Grown thick

Only to peel away
Layers of regret
Reveal a fine form
Of kind understanding

Girl band

If I could ask just one thing
Of a girl's best mate
How to be in love
And never speak its name?
How to hold it in
For short hours soon to end
Only to explode
Smiles and tears on journey's end
How to read a book
Admire a view
When next to them?
Eyes like infrared
Tracing everywhere she went
If this secret she relays
Would keep me in this band
To spend another five, ten years
Waiting for her hand
Lake Dobson, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania

The maker

Flicker. Fade. Ignite.
Line of sight
As grey goshawk peers
Down at maker's fingers
Plying spoils of earth
Like she toys with prey
Watching
Ruminating creative urge
Gives birth to treasure
Of unmeasured worth
Polished pleasure
First ever seen by
Naked eyes
Akin to mother earth
Fragility of life
In this temporal sphere
Only compounds her worth

Hinterland

A stirring from cavernous 
Subterranean layers
Within me release
Seismic activity
Barely touches
The needle

Blossoming upwards
Blissful pockets
Of breath rising
Hinterland well spring

It bursts through
Surface though
No one hears
Air shifts feathers
Goodbye
For now
Lake Dobson, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania

Hue

How sweet and sour
Watching the time
Flit by

Strange how one person
Can make you
Laugh and cry
By doing nothing

I take off my
Pink hue lenses
Sheets of rain
Plummet to earth
Flooded

Shall I keep them on
For everyone's sake?

Rhythm with you
Is life
But sunnier
Than we know it

Whispers sent
Along with
Daily messages
Silence

Synaesthesia
Reveals to me
Grey and white
Like the sky today

An endless parade
Of solitary quiet

Twisting up to view
The sky
If I remain
Survive