Finished work at 5pm. Went for walk in the rain. Resting on my warm couch waiting. For kitchen to be cleaned so I can dirty it again.
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Category Archives: Tasmania
The magic hour
Welcome stranger
Ready for lift-off
Eve
Won't you meet me
On New Year's Eve
At Nine O'Clock
At the compass rose
Tell me things
About your past
Lead me to wherever
You're going
Take us away
From place of Princes
Down the green
To the waters edge
Where sun and moon
Both kiss the water
As they rise
To greet you
Book Fetish
Under covers
Slide between sheets
Fingers fondle
Turn a new leaf
Entering into
Worlds unseen
Stars in eyes
Hold and breathe
Drama unfolding
Pushing bounds
Reality dissolves
Dreams are found
Singers bellow
Dancers twirl
Look no further
Bookish girls
Inner space
It's too easy to erase
The space an other takes
No place to call home
No favourite dates
Though in absentia
Loved ones grow
Disproportionate to
Size in life
Taking up thought waves
Morning and night
Sitting snugly beside
On a Saturday night
Saving a seat next to
Chair held by arm
As if waiting for you
To return from the bar
Favourite moments play
Like a love song on repeat
Willing me to believe
Wholeheartedly
Despite not seeing
Feeling or holding
Perfume drifting
Evoking sense bodily
Love is real
John Elliot Museum, University of Tasmania.
Southern Cross
To bear
Not to blame
Open the gates
Running away
Pointing star
Toward the void
Seemingly endless
Space between us
In the silence
Flag flying
Falls and furls
To the ground
Fences down
She crosses over
Settlers land
Like she always did
On Bruny Island
Feet tread lightly
Lately leaders
Learn to follow
Across fallow fields
On her heels
Cotton wool covering
Envelopes the sky
Carpeted canopy
Of green lay over
Caress of waves lap
At the edges
This is her land
Forever
Clear felling
Life abounds left untouched
For decades rooming in
Nesting, burrowing, preening, pruning
Delighting in bush tucker
With no prior warning
Clear felling takes usunder
Genocide of species
No tree left unturned
Burned to oblivion
Black scar spurned
Picked over by predators
Fossicking through ferns
Determined to rebound
Fungi lost and found
Micro beasts set to work
Turning the earth
Vacant lot staring up sky
No export market to comply
Left in capable hands
Nature covers over land
Blanketing beautifully
Eventually dew drops in
Visitors feel no borders
Spreading seeds at whim
Miniature florist fills
Forest floor with more
Delicious delicacies
Eyes to explore
Flying ducks and frills
Tongues, spots and stars
Undercurrent flowing through
Streams of life here found
Humble paws and pouches
Habitable homely holes
Decide upon return
Once grand statured poles
Neighbourly relations
Diverse as land is wide
Chatter friendly company
Muster side by side
Bane of indifference
Apathy betrays me on regular bases
So long steaming upriver
Now tidal flow pushes back
Downstream to ocean
Where were we going
Into heart of darkness?
Comrades join in singing
Whistling through evergreen
Sleepy villages lie
Smoking signals
Green leaf envy
Flying high the sos
Invisible by night
Jungle hearth glows bright
Still no competing
With our cumulative
Night lights
No spreading of anything
When living beyond
The fringe of existence
Life abounds on the edges
A catalyst for hiding minds
To grow and light fires
Just to stay alive
This is the way to meditate
With a flicker in the eye
Count the stars of heaven 