Can you see, hear, feel it Just from an image? Wind whipped landscape Scree toppled over snow gum Couples bending backwards Tree branch fingers of ice cling Catapult hail in passing Blistering howl of gale Need only a gentle touch A warm hand To bring back softly To land
She was grateful that hypnotised by the sun’s reassuring splendour and the sea’s incurable restlessness, her own nerves did not recoil and spring within her to destroy this moment of repose.
Backyard incinerators Filled with reams Of poetry Never saw daylight Nor reached the ears Of those intended A phenomena Known only as fears Crippling heights Of vulnerability Stifle our breath Until conquered Poetry and pinnacles Require brave spirit
View from organ pipes track, kunanyi / Mt Wellington Tasmania
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
Count the stars of heaven 