Of envy, I know this - If I wish to attract the gaze of the one I love I do not mill around in coffee shops. But if I had leaves, One would discern me by my form and shape Asymmetric and oblique Fold one in the palm To breathe in sweet tinge Of cineole, aromatic Gently wrap the hand Around my branch To discern my years Notice every wind-whipped Scar and scorch of blaze Survived over decades How can one be jealous of such natural beauty? Such earthly passion would Turn anyone green!
Corymbia Maculata Spotted Gum (Myrtaceae) Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens
The years we've known one another
Almost as long as the years between
It's strange when time doesn't bridge a gap
As we expect with bricks and mortar
We both grow older, the years between
Become relatively few
And yet, I still look up to you
Looking at your view
From below
In the heat Of a moment Hope melts away Things you'll say But wind changes Devastated face You hid one minute Stays with you Hours weeks decades Hold a space On the brink of Knowing dreams fade
Shall we start again? Each time we meet Let it be As if the first Bathe in my love Wash over with words Eyes caress Where waves meet Warmth soothes All the ache We've ever known
They say, in the most winsome way Once a woman achieves a half century She no longer cares what others say These thoughts of others barely acknowledged A fine static disturbing Her favourite radio channel
A foolish man might call it selfish To tune in only to what one wants At expense of all else When actually, she has simply taken A leaf from his book.
At long last.
While such empowerment prevents A woman from becoming entangled In ill-tempered opinion against On the other side of the coin It dawns on me suddenly That neither does she care For the many thousand loving thoughts Drifting upon her shore By my tide of grief
I am the sea Were it to show its force It would swallow mountains whole Instead it is buried deep Illuminated by strange Iridescent sea creatures Who lie in wait Silently