Sometimes the best
Things in life
Lie dormant for years
Drought barely tolerable
Before surprising
Least expecting
Sorely needing
Season new beginning
Hiding
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Category Archives: Tasmania
This much I know
Love is a many useful thing
Use, reuse and repurpose it
Toward the betterment
Of others
One million words
Could not portray
My love
Instead
Turn her away
Silence and presence
Is all that's required
For her to know
How much
Byways
Dreams line the highway
Of my life
Unobtainable
Home as wife
Like shooting stars
Exploding into fireworks
Then fade into dust
Raining on rooftops
Steadfast are flowers
Growing in cracks
Gutters and sidewalks
As constant as the sun
Life abounds on edge
I sit poised waiting
Open doors saving
Sight for sore eyes
Night blind
Storms hover
Laden with energy
As tarry black
Night sky pours out
Longing freezes over
Bursts of Spring
Barely taken hold
Tender shoots
Yearning to flower
Waking dawn
Her face shines over
Melting at the sight
Crying streams
Down to river
Harshness softened
Bud revived
To bloom and grow
To thrive
Show
Show me the way
Back to love
Lost in dense forest
Obscuring the sun
Rising and falling
Burst breaking through
Nestled on mountain
Halo effect
Darkness falls
Let go
Ripples on roof tin
Wake me
In sympathy
Grief is simply love
Yet to be released
Shopping list
First thing to add is a packet of self-respect
To this, all other ingredients can be added
Then, take the junk food out of the bag
Leave it unless kindness is a preservative
No silent treatment
Shut downs, let downs, broken promises
These are carcinogens
The cheap things on the list
Will cost you the most
In the long run
If we ingest words, touch, treatment
Only take away the best
You are worth it
A gourmet nutritious spread
Of generosity
Don’t shove down anything else
Wreak havoc with your insides
Because humans have basic needs
And love is one of them
Blush
Why does she blush
In patient waiting
Expectation
As bird song fades
Night eyes wake
Changing of the guard
Till moonrise
Do not fret
On darkest night
Somewhere sleeping
Lunar orb
Is carried on arms
Of her rays
Reunited
Just one bright day
Each month
Moon renewed
In love
Dreaming place
Last night I had
A stranger's dream
Just like the night before
We moved from islands
Through to lovers
I rested on your shore
All the times
We floated freely
Sore each other
Mid-ocean
Till tides refrain
Storms between
Each hurricane
A woman's name
When really
We are peace
It's the pressure
From all around us
That suspends us
Mid air with pieces
Of our lives
Passing before eyes
One day we meet
In the centre
Marvel at the power
Of nature
Our place in it
Together
Presence
Flying high over
Open plane of
Possibility
Leading out toward
Inner sea
Subjectivity
Course altered upon
Your signal
Probability
Moving with you
Peak to plateau
Proclivity
Free ourselves
With ease and will
Unity
Poem taken from imagery in
The Mindful Therapist, by Daniel J. Siegel, Norton, 2010, p.13.
Higher love
I'd look upon you
Every day
Steal glimpses for
When we're away
A blanket holds
Close to curves
Morning array
Colours displayed
Sleeping woman
Found all over
Whole country
Loving her
Turning away
Amounts to nothing
She commands all
My attention
Gracing this scene
Weak at knees
Only few times
Lost in her skies
Enamored by trails
Of thoughts
Leading me onward
She is mountain
Count the stars of heaven 