Category Archives: Poetry

House by the sea

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Such a happy circumstance
To wind and reel in
Making it easy for you
To catch your tea

I would sit inside bay window 
Watching a vinyl record 
Revolve like my small world
On repeat

The safety of familiar tunes
Singing a harmony
Clawing fingers through
A shag pile rug

Life seems lovely
Until the wind and storms
Batter the front
Waves dare to sweep away

All I need is a cabin
A cosy corner bed
With lamp and books
Leather chair

A place to curl my toes
Sip tea and powder nose
The best view I could find
Would be with you inside
Hinsby beach, Taroona ~ overlooking River Derwent, lutruwita / Tasmania

Finders keepers…

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So simplistic were the rhymes
Of my childhood
Aesop and Mother Goose
Taught me how to be good
Kind and wise
Avoid Miss-Understood

Yet, they did not share with me
In black and white ink
How to dare to care 
When life is on the brink
Of falling in and down
Afraid there is no settling

The nesting and pruning
Of love birds in tune
With one another
Humdrum forgetting
Singing, fanning plumage
Making room

If you should find a lover
Try to keep her hand
But if lost remember -
Not to weep for
The Summer nights
On a cold, dark night
in June.

Silver fox

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Grey lady hanging on
To the edge
Overlooking harbour view
Slender and proud

Twisting round to glimpse
Decades of bobbing heads
Like buoys on waves
Coming in shivering

Brave showing her age
Engraved beauty
Limbs reach out
Welcome stranded men

Come warm yourself 
On the rocky shores
Casting a shadow
To danger marker

Pointing windeward
Shaped by her forces
Invisibly caressing
To bow and bend

A heart full

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Funny how Cosette
Hands clutched to heart
Could sing of love
While another watching on
Full and empty
Is often only
A few streets
Between them
Mind games
Toying teasing
Playing with its strings
Only hurts the more
When love comes to
An end
How often no one knows 
For whom
The river runs deeply
Until it flows no more

All that glitters

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Fur babies and toddlers
Ambled up and down
Undulating  hills
Edge of grass against
Soft waves of sand
All breeds of humans
Come from sun up to down
I landed on these shores
To start a life anew
To resurrect and hope
For a future
Somehow the shine
On the water
Brightens the day
Even when tears
Choke back the words
A stranger sits beside me
And is more of a friend
Than any
Telling me her story
Without asking 
Noticing my tears
She bids farewell
I say goodbye to Ollie
Her dog
She smiles
Acknowledging
Her one and only
Love

Life’s work

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Being present
Even if
Mind is elsewhere
What I promised
To my chillins
When born
Their knowledge of love
Comes from this assurance 
I am always there for them
No matter where I am
To be present 
Even in absence
Is all we require
Of love
If this is too much or
Love is not enough
Better to depart
And allow
The space to be 
Renewed
If you will

Chillins, term of endearment for Scout and Jem by Calpurnia their cook, in To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee.

The end

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Source: Journal ~ 2015

Affection for a close companion
Can grow should a spark
Be fanned into flame
- if a spark existed at all

So yes, I could reasonably 
Imagine growing 
Attracted to someone 
Based on a mutual friendship
Over a long period of time.
Good looks and physique
Have never been 
A precursor to attraction 
For me

I am mindful of the heart
Of another
- this is all I see 
On the skin and face
The smile and eyes
Come from within 

For the sake of joy
To preserve 
my future life and family
Shortly, my desire to live

I remembered what love 
Ought to feel like.
A careless abandon
That let go of
Self-consciousness...

This ignited in me
A fire that can never
Be put out

Framed

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Deciding upon
What to adorn
My walls
To keep me content 
In case we need to 
stay in again

Thick oak-look frame 
Appearance is everything
Sandstone smiles
In the shade
Sun behind
Holding up a glorious 
Bouquet of natives
Flannel flower power
Blue gum leaves
My own arrangement 
By request
Selected anything
With white bloom
Tea tree in season
Looking like
A big cauliflower
Dried nicely
In my room
I remember

The next a mirror
Painted frame
Like retro glam
Gold and silver
Telling me 
Look at you
-How you've weathered
So nicely
In the stormy seas-
Looking at me

Another gold
Circular seal
With purple
For royalty
A lineage
When born again
Not feeling it
In fact it tells me
Yes you studied
Greek among men
Not so different
From the halls
Of Plato
Ecumenicum
Blending in
With other
Women 
Carry a Grecian
Jug on my head
So as not to attract
Attention

A bold shot of blue
Spread from end to end
Covered in blossoms
From a shaky hand
Eyes near blind
World inside
The mind of Monet
My dear almond blossom
Friend
Telling me it's time
To leave these walls 
Behind
Remember the branch
Severed at one end
Can bloom and grow
Again
View of blossom tree, from the ground.

Neverland

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Never heard a ticking clock
Inside a crocodile
Never seen a fairy nymph
Darting firefly

Never seen a league of beings
Rise up and take a stand
Never felt the heartache
Missing touch of human hand

Never felt this way about love
Though seen it in their eyes
Never heard the silence speak
Revealing a surprise

Never knew with certainty
That life would turn this way
Never knew that happiness
Could lead a man astray

Never met someone who could
Turn heads with words so few
Now never want to hope or have
Another 'cept for you