Do not confuse silence
For innocence of years
Nor err of grace
Forgiveness as
No evidence of blame
For all the words
Daggers and cloaks
Stored up for wintry days
Till sunny spring
A friendly ear
Does melt such icy ways
Snow melt
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Category Archives: Mt Field
Flight of the butterfly
Similarities are endless
The only colourful one
Takes to the mountains
At Christmas time
Dances in the sunlight
Show of flit and wit
Across the sky
Then disappears before your eyes
Waiting all year long
To catch a glimpse of wing tips like blue eyes
So it is, with you and I
Hope awakens
Light and gentle movement
Stretch and bolster vitality
Sending hope waves through the brain.
Invitations to Sunday afternoon
Drives winding through rainforest
Sunlight dapples breath taking
To a hotel nestled in gentle folds
Of ancient mountain.
Return to oneself.
Bathe in possibility lain broken.
Dare not feed the narrative of turbulent deep dreams
Though if disturbed by slumber's provocative story telling
Hope awakens with bird song daily
Dreams escaped
To a reality which is perhaps dull in comparison.
Love grows
Trembling knees, wringing hands
Short of speech, time demands
Nervous smile, staring gaze
Waking in a temporal haze
Awe of vast firmament
Cloudless starstruck night in tent
Firmly does the body know
Love of wild ancient lands does grow
Cancel cure
Trials and fails of fiction
Matches made in low-lit bars,cafe's and gas stations.
Shake off sticky cling of connection plagued by interference.
The Editor stands looming over head.
Hiding in some alpine cloud or cave under ridgeline.
Heavy pen pressed to storyline.
Poised, ready to edit me out of one's life.
Champagne smile
Waves of frivolity wash
Over lips and fizz
On tongue
Modest solemnity looks
Over end of flute
On queue
Taken in by ocean blues
Over years of wonder
On edge
Poised for next message
Over silent movies
On video
Blink and miss chance
Over silver spoon
On frills
Playing words and hearts
Over rendered
On tune
Suite of expectations
Over honour
On you
Love and other flowers
That bespoke place in the brain
Next to memory
Smell and taste
Lead me to dream awake
Lashings of cream with rhubarb cake
Pearl white shells sit idly by
As she comes and goes
Lucky to be plucked from the sea
Eager hands admired so brilliantly
Abalone bilateral symmetry
Reused diaries
Tip toe through last year
Ruminations on cake and cream
Another few hundred photographs
Under my belt
A haunted belief
Things are still not as they seem
Ritual of coffee making
Resurrects the voice of the past
Reciting how it's made
We always begin again until the end
Living breathing bodily houses
full of living apparitions
Of love and other flowers
Snowflake
Cool thoughts of you
Melt like a snowflake
On my tongue
Love like
A sign language
Understood completely
without a single word
To know what one feels
A living eulogy
To be oneself
Without apology
To be cheered on
By your own team
Receive outstretched arm
When you fall
A desire to be known
Weathered scars and all.
Let it bee
Murmuring of nations
Surmised in vibrations
Of one bee
Pang of loss reaches
Extremities diving
Into cool stream
Countless words
Native tongues foreign
Fail to reach ears
Floundering has its moments
Articulating the speechless
Over all these years
Count the stars of heaven 