Love more

Do everything you can
To tell someone you love them
Even if they don’t understand
Why someone would.
It is a given
That one who struggles
To see themselves
As loveable
Need it more
Than those who
Love themselves more
Than you
Pimelea nivea, Riceflower, kunanyi/ Mt Wellington Tasmania

Never erased

Tears spilled
Into ink well
Until overflowed
Onto blank page
Of future days
Now never erased

If I'd begged
Bowed down to power
Where would I be now?
Holding the broken limbs
Of my worn out pride
Barely alive
Pterostylis decurva, Summer greenhood, kunanyi / Mt Wellington Tasmania

No one knows

Purest secrets of heart
Are always one's own
No prying ear
Or peering eye
Could ever come near
Mystery of mind
Far from critique
No matter how many
Mouths ill speak
Suspicions creep
Upon mere kindness
How often friends
Are lost in mire
No one knows
How love or life grows
Richea dracophylla (Dragon heath), kunanyi / Mt Wellington Tasmania

Shrine

Build a shrine to all the ones
Who loved you enough
And why not?
A cairn to help you
Find your way
When the going is rough
Immerse yourself
Delicious scents
Thoughtful gifts
Writing implements
Joyous plants
Delicate origami cranes
Candles to light
Dark soul of night
Brightly coloured twine
Yarn woven into warmth
Chosen pieces
Sensory overwhelm
Typed pages of novels
And kind self help
Just breathe it in
Then let it go
The yarns that fell
As ends to the floor
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Good loving

It only comes to us
As a realisation
When we experience
Real love in pure form
Do we decide
Not to settle
For anything less

As if new potential
Latent for decades
Awakens from our chest
A new and unfamiliar
Creature resides
Within our precious
Years of life so few
Urging you to live
To the fullest
Knowing what you need
To thrive