Which one to water
Who could know
What it will be
So tiny, two leaves
Open the flower
Scent on the breeze
Wait and see
Which one are we?
Two seeds
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Category Archives: Maria Island
In the end
We all become stories
~ Margaret Attwood
My secret garden
Urgently wish
To kiss you
Instead, waited years
Climbed high mountains
To coincide with
Long-held promise
Of blooming again
This house I built
Decades saved, not wasted, this house I built
Devoted hands, gainful work, nights and weekends
Searched longingly up and down, high streets and low
Waiting for my heart to jump out, at the sight of her
Saved, invested, scrimped and pawned
Hoping one day, enter new dawn
Window closed, garden bare, I set upon the terrace stair
Knocked and waited, in the rain
Admiring abalone strewn along front wall
Evidence of inhabitants, though no one there
Someone lived inside once, absence inlaid in rainbow pearl
Me and view of quaint corner garden, sandstone steps
Panorama or paranormal, needn't matter
This house, I have built with hearts and hands
Love inhabits and dwells always, echoes in empty rooms
Filled with laughter, stories and poems
My life, I have built, a shelter from storms
Will water soil for one-day blooms.
Mind palace
Necessarily, roof fell in
Doors broken down
Used as rustic tables
In the palace of the mind
What once segregated
Now feeds community
In stark inhospitable
Places fringe dwellers
I framed you differently
Than you allowed
Reckoned upon forever
Happiness elusive
Go about our business
Making homecooked life
Ones you might like
Hope someone looks after you
If I can’t hold you
In my arms
Passing joys
Hills are for heartbreaks
Rivers for romance
Beaches bond friendships
Highways hone minds
Live long enough
To go round them all
Thrice
Take passing travellers
Along for the ride
Constant companion
Ones love life lost
Joy the eyes give
Well worth the cost
Shed my skin
Hope dives in
Suns rays kiss
Tired cheeks
Like a mother
Rise new birth
I will
So persuaded by
Her will, was I
As she left me
So did I.
Willing her
To return
To fill
The void while
Learning to love
All the space
Galaxies inside.
To explore
Edge of unknown
Resides within
The words
'I will...'
Southern front
Flying in formation
I admire commitment
To one another
Through all weathers
Looking to the heavens
For inspiration
Direction finding
Decision laden
Feather-like mine
Wondering where
You're flying
Shelter within
Together while
Wind and storm rage
Our souls tied
Calms the storm
Inside
It’s a little bit funny
Ethical nature
To draw one out
Protect from predators
When they hide
On the inside
Under rocks
Not out open
How easy to mistake
To mimic a threat
For safety
But scare away
Own mate
Funny how I know
When I decide to
Stop chasing
With words
That'll be the day
You turn around
In the heavy silence
Between us
Where only smiles
Are found
Count the stars of heaven 