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

Sacramento

There's a time not so long ago
It still plays in my mind
Like the little girl who giggled
Hung her monkey arms around
Your neck and made you laugh and smile so much
Across the crowded venue
Now the size of an adult
She sits squarely at me and stares
Just like my girl does
I stared back too
Masks up to our eyes
What does she want to know?
A silent reply
Yes, I love her too

Moments like these can be found on the brink of never after
They live on as an image that can never be erased
Come what may
Artist: Lucienne Rickard, ecology studies. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery

https://www.detached.com.au/ecology-studies

Sometimes

When wedged in the cleft of a cliff
Gives shelter from relentless
Beating rain and wind
Storms outside and within
Cool cave a respite
Shade from scorching rays
Love for another lights
A campfire inside
Keeps you warm all night
Gives you strength to rise
To stoke its smoky coals
To nourish body and soul
Sometimes loving you
Is the same as loving me too.
Mt Cameron, Tasmania. Image not author’s own.

Down my street

A patchwork of concrete
Black cat sidles along
Gutters eyeing passersby
A calico skips across
In front of me
Brazen on the beat

Darkness crawls
Too far between
Street light skirts
Even after all these years
Smiling at young woman
A creepy sense inside
For our safety

Cliff face laced with mist
Sandstone eyes watch over
Blanket of eucalypts
Butting up against
Blaring highway
Gateway to freedom

All along coastline
State of road and roofs
Never matter
When ocean views evoke
Breathless wonder

A pillow book

Twisting writhe of long week
I return to where I began
Take a pillow book
Under my head
Turn to kiss your mind
With mine, entwine
First, I imagine 10 years' time
Then, a flash, to platinum albums of you - those spin me too -
Held by someone else for a while
I wonder if I'm still in your mind
Or whether it is wrapped around another?