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Fringe dwellers
Trip between contours
Fencelines
Permaculture plots
Tending heritage seeds
Trellised vines
Espalier pears
No mere's lands
As edge of bush
Encroaches on homes
Spending pleasant hours
Sunbathing naked petals
Early Nancy prompt to seed
No time for weeding
Mingle in the mire
No need to compete
Free to retire
Rosny Hill, Tasmania
Come to fruition
Time and patience
All is needed
A scarcity of these
Delayed satisfaction
Uncertainty plagues
Ecology means home
Deprived of opportunity
One may never grow
Origins
If ever an original thought
Possessed fair and true
Surely it would be one time
I fell in love with you
Sheer freedom to spend
Hastily penned prose
As a lottery win
Tossed to the wind
Not a single note
To be found now
All love expended
Where to now?
One fine day
A bundle of spring flowers
Tied loosely with a curl
Of twine enveloped
By eucalypt sprigs
Like a peace offering
Lay at my feet
All sorts of smiles
Glances and reminisces
Scents hang around
Should you find
Alone turns lonely
Unexpectedly so
At the eleventh hour
Though not clock watching
Thoughts chime in chorus
The need to know
All is fine
Love no limits
Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned
Entertainer
Today I humbly entertained an idea no cavalcade or ceremony required of me Bouquets of Floriade a capital idea but did not lend itself to such as this Flowery words showered upon it simply dampened the stunning silence. A blossoming of two minds entwined in a moment Such dangerous liaisons could spark a whole rumination Lightning flashes - all is calm Such adventures I could take you on if only such an idea Would dance with me till dawn
Skin hunger
Five women
All you need
When the world
Is falling in
One had lived
Through similar -
The skin hunger
Is real, she said
Another steeped
In grieving -
Spirituality is
In nature, she said
Third came in from
Left field -
Find your tribe
And thrive, she said
Fourth woman still
Recovering -
Walk with me
And breathe, she said
Fifth one filled
With reason -
Swim in the ocean
And live, she said
Trade ins
Today I traded in My mug of faith From whence it came To the thrift shop Racks of garments Wisdom sayings Dust gatherers To be, or don't be Someone you are not A fair exchange A dollar hiking cane To traverse immoveable Mountain ranges When climbing Is the only option
Background: kunanyi / Mt Wellington, Hobart, Tasmania
Winding time
Written by the smile
Passing decades ripple down
Toes kick away sandals
Slide to the beat
Tight jeans flowing sleeve
Pink as lip gloss
Loose curls akimbo
She strides to forefront
Glance melts chocolate
Strangers like lovers
Come and go once in time
River bends resist flow
These years gently wind
Slow growth endures all
Still deep in mind
