I’d rather

Posted on March 26, 2026 by aperture

I'd rather be with me, than
In the shadow of a tree
Grown by groaning pains 
Missing her former ways

I'd rather be alone, than
Drink down remedies from
Expectation formed
Watching romantic comedy

I'd rather go solo, than
Interpret someone's needs 
Through the scintillating sound
Of the pleas of silent screen

I'd prefer to take a stroll
Cool and dry under a 'broll, than
Be soaked in untold stories
Of adventures without me

I'd rather be awake, than
Anticipating ache
Of sleeping next to you 
Then, in a month or two we're through.

*Burnt out trees in St David’s Park, Hobart Tasmania*

It’s not too late

Posted on March 21, 2026 by aperture

It's not too late to win
Bring it on in
Hopeful is a form of resistance 
In this world of compliance

It's never too late to start 
Pull it apart 
Apathy betrays us daily
Rebuild your world brick by brick

It's always too soon to give up
Reach out an arm 
Wave it high until you feel again
Air on skin, apply firm grip 

It is now the time to change 
Grow it again
Limbs you left behind in wars
Between best friends, love comes in time

It's all we can do to admire
Past selves for bravery
How we begun, no coming undone
Arise for the sake of one and all 

It's ok to want to walk in
Knock on the door
Ask to come in, for love takes the floor
Knowing the will is never found

S.O.S

Posted on March 20, 2026 by aperture

Seeker of sparkly things
Eyes always searching crowd
For glittery glimpse 
Of small city familiarity 

Search and found
Ache of longing rescued
No shame in admiration 
A bouquet of floral, gemstone and jewellery 

Hands shoved in pockets
To stop their dance moves
Body chimes in, swaying back and forth 
Rocking to classic sound of heart's beat

Eyes and ears glued to lips and voice
Ebb and flow of sound
Storyteller sighs for a while
Relieved loyal receiver of sparkly tales.

Two loves

Posted on March 17, 2026 by aperture

There was a story of
Two loves
One a great surveyor of landscapes 
Who beheld the ocean and firmament
Over tea, toast and morning paper
But obscured from mountain view

The other a lover of all things nautical 
Who beheld gondwanan mountain 
From a glimpse of kitchen window
Ridgelines ridden by mountain bikers 
From the bedroom

Each obscured from the one thing they loved
So it was between them too

I’d rather pick blackberries

Posted on March 10, 2026 by aperture

I'd rather pick blackberries and never taste a bite

I'd rather go plane watching and never take a flight

I'd rather climb a mountain and not see the other side

Than to ever fall in love again with an absent friend

Golden

Posted on March 9, 2026 by aperture

If seaside rocks could speak
They'd tell us how the world was formed 
Should pelagic birds learn drawing
Secrets of deep ocean revealed
Might blossoms hum in tune with bees
What merriment the sunshine brings

Morning song

Posted on February 26, 2026 by aperture

The morning is mine
Tuck in divine 
Roll up sunrise blind
Unfurl, tip toe hushed
Eyes wide in the dark
Story teller roused
To depths of mind
Remnants of life drift
Catch dreams in flight
Pondering path laid out
By wakening of daylight
Jolt by time's persistence
All resistance falls to floor
Don fresh attire
A new chance awaits
Opportunity born

Placebo

Posted on February 17, 2026 by aperture

How one so accustomed 
To heartbreak 
Could mend and bend mine
Cure-all in one 
Placebo the other
Pick which hand?

A limerant and her lover
Knows deep down
The match may cause to suffer, though
Much less than the world has shown

For standing on the brink of despair 
A hard fall lies beneath 
It might as well be love
That sweeps you off your feet

For on this feeling you'll soar
Find new paths to explore
Confusion sets in when alone on the moors
Looking back, you always were

Shadow Lake, Lake St Clair National Park, Tasmania

And so it aches

Posted on February 16, 2026 by aperture

And so it aches
In the body
In the belly 
In its waves
Of the brain

Rejection queued like
Physical pain

Betrayal by past lovers
All hung on this nail

Never a vow passed 
Between these lips of ours

Why they curl with grief
Too close to hate

High stakes she claims

Low tide blues

Posted on February 14, 2026 by aperture

Quiet corner
Gravelly throat of river
Intimate audience
Gulls, cormorants 
Bathers bake 

Swish of waves syncopate
Gently touching
Fronds of iridescent 
Sea grass vagrants
Soaking in sun 
Lament time is done

Rock pools sip sea 
Shimmy on gentle
Puff on breeze
One eyed Jim 
Sails up river
Engine thrum
Echoes and undertones
Bass beat drum

Low tide blues
Turquoise and aqua 
Clear lucid pools
Toddler fish train
For open water
One day soon