Tender shoots

Love small waving hands
Pointing up to the sun
Lime coloured ones
Delicate fronds

Every year heralding
New growth has begun
Resisting prunings
Wilting of winter

Hope for another year
Even when caretaker
Seemingly ignores
Their every need

Giving, as if
Love is enough
Mountain Pepper, Richmond Tasmania

Carnival

“Well, I’ve walked these streets
A virtual stage, it seemed to me
Makeup on their faces
Actors took their places next to me

Well, I’ve walked these streets
In a carnival, of sights to see
All the cheap thrill seekers vendors and the dealers
They crowded around me

Have I been blind have I been lost
Inside myself and my own mind
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen?

Well, I’ve walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth and poverty
In the diamond markets the scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me

And I’ve walked these streets
In the madhouse asylum they can be
Where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me

Have I been blind, have I been lost
Have I been wrong
Have I been wise
Have I been strong
Inside myself and my own mind…?”

‘Carnival’ – Natalie Merchant

Songwriters: Peter Anders Svensson / Magnus Sveningsson / Nina Persson

Carnival lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing

Spell bound

A certain spell
Grips tightly
Wrapping fondly
Cocooned

Feeling creeps in
Never felt before
Never again?

Flying free now
To joyful end
On the wind
Homeward bound

Life is won
Paths unknown
Finding a way
With love
Shouldered Brown, Heteronympha penelope – Ellendale, Tasmania.

Love Stories

There was an elder
Of mine own
Who spoke of rights
Assured of tone

He longed for pride
Of place on stone
Of pulpit
Matrimonium

To look over
Young ones
In their finery

Decry the love
Of Others
Unauthorized

When facing our
Mortality
Tongues are loose
Unconformity

Daze has come
and gone for me
When will again
A mystery

I'll sit in a grove
And speak the truth
With love that even
Forests approve

All may gather
And stories be heard
To embrace the days
Love covered
The earth

Walls

Wartburg, Germany
The highest place is found
Not in turrets overlooking
In case of enemy approaching
Watching people scrambling

Over walls and hedges
Keeping us and them
Out and in, tethered
Away to stay, forever

No need to hide when
Love is measured by
Lesser distance between
Community is all around

Distance is never felt
Between two willing
Hearts that measure
No one or thing
Without love

Broken wall

Surrounding life
Thirsts for the words
To ask for
Dam wall to burst

Decades streaming
Settling sediment
Drowning surroundings
Tide false rising

Darkest night moon
Shines faintly
On the bloom
Seeping in

Cracks facing
Torrent slipping through
Casting down
Terrified of fall

Received willingly
Dry bed bones
Filling swirling eddies
Place to ride home

Debris washed clean
Roots sinking deep
Resurrecting memories
Of life and growth

Long since lost
Centre squeezed tight
Let loose
Years of devastation

Fill the chasm
Restore to normal
Work of man missing
Ebb and flow

All around us

Tide sidles up
To her thigh
Tickles her toes
Bubbles her nose

She smiles hides
Her hopefulness
That love never left
Stored up for years

Only one
River remembered
Longing to enfold
Forever

Love is

As one body dips
The other swells
Full and bright
Dimmer candlelight
Love is enough

Soon one fades
Other blazes
While sighs turn
Into resolve
Love is enough

Opening lines
Bring smiles repeat
Storylines shout
Love undefeated
Love is enough

Hiding away
Stopping saying
Self mastery
Will and soul
Love is enough

Lost when looking
For the place
Dreams are made
Fiction image erase
Love is enough

Real to bear
Ancient stairwell
Where willing ones
Never meet
Love is enough

Being

Being with you
Breathes new life
A chance moment
To be renewed

Ever reaching
Oft receiving
Sinews of love
Social glue

Wandering far
Never lost
Contented rest
Glancing upon

Faces and homes
Friends and alone
Loyal companions
Care for our tone

Warm blooded bodies
Flit, flee and curl
Above and beneath
The whirl of day

Stillness at night
Only outside
The pace of the mind
Never sleeps

In my kind
Twisted gums by the seaside