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Category Archives: Tasmania
Waking hour
Silence is sweet vessel
For lost worlds of time
Words surround warmed
By captured sunrise
Symbiosis
Naturalists live in a world of wounds only they can see
Aldo Leopold
In Braiding Sweetgrass by Robyn Wall-Kimmerer
Seal
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
Hearts ease
Yours is the only
Sacred world I know
Minutiae of delights
Dripped from branches
Conjures fantasies
In foreign lands
Show me the way in
Ritual initiations
I wait, dew gathering
Under my skin
Bushfire moon
I suspect
Stream of emotion
Ebb and flow
Words wired
Tied to rise
Fall of pride
Tender moonlight
On edge
Twice in one year
I have been spurned
By one I dedicated
All future selves to
I smelled the edge
Stepped backwards
Felt the rush of
Bone breaking waves
Wind on my face
Venture out beyond
Foaming titillating
Swell tickling sand
I always come back
Knowing as deep
As orange roughy sea
Future love waits
For me
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
Count the stars of heaven 