How I marvel when Horror and strife Make ordinary turbulence Seem trifling How one image in the wilderness Ignite a longing Lifelong To be inspired To be present In the last days In the silence Is an aspiration Over which we have No accord Though truly Authenticity Girded by love Will always be a Heavy weight I bear it With a smile A laugh, song Stride in step Love thee well
Future thinking laid out
Like a thin grey line
Where the ocean
Meets the sky
Boundless heights
Unfathomable depths
Unknown spaces touch
In surface tension
Breaks, bubbles
Waves and drifts
Freedom to exist
Between them
Floating on a breeze
Between continents, adrift
A breath of indifference
Can stifle the mood
Drain colour in landscape
Surrounded in gloom
Billions of raindrops
Illuminated by sun
Four seasons in one
Summer come
A homing pidgeon
Taking away
To far off places
Letting go
Watching, waiting
Every day
Hoping praying
She'll come home
When she does
Cheers of joy
The sound of
Two wings flapping
White spread feathers
Fantails
Always wondering -
If she flies
In own direction
Wondering whether
She'll be alright
This night
Herein contains
All the words
I cannot say
Though truly
Misses lost ones
That can't be said
With words
A warm igloo
In frozen tundra
A shady oasis
In desert down under
A cool clear pool
On white hot sands
A fresh trout stream
On vast open lands
A ripe berry vine
In dry scrub bush
A quiet space
In mid city rush
Elemental forces
We cannot contain
She comes to me
Like a forest fire
Cleansing opening
Ingiting on the breeze
Spreading seeds
Clearing debris
What holds us fast
From inevitable pain
We search seemingly
Aimlessly
It is always there
Hiding plain sight
A thrilling dare
To make it known
Love is never
In vain
'The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no they can't take that away from me
We may never, never meet again
On the bumpy road to love
Still I'll always,
always keep
the memory of...'
They Can't Take That Away~ Song by Billie Holiday
‘Skilled in sweet measures, and mistress of the Tyre…’ H. Poynter. R.A. Presented by Miss Ada Wilson.’
This Too Shall Pass, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
In week of want
She fell
Barely breathing
Soft down
Mother beaten
By quoll creeping
By midnight
Took her all
Plucked up
Tucked inside
The crevice of
My cleavage
Feeling beats
Smelling skin
Plucking courage
To cuddle in
Come by night
Settle in
On straw
Under lamp light
By morn I woke
She lay still
Crushed by
Weight of
Loneliness
Sometimes
Only hearing
Beats feeling
Spark of love
Healing
None else
Can be
Our light
Inspire
Expire
She moves on air
Vanishing
Deflating
When I first woke
From the nightmare
The cold sweat
Refreshing
All I'd claimed in me
Reappeared
Instantaneously
Writing profusely
My claim to fame
Spoke, wore, dared
Ignition broke
Driver beware
Ditched high hopes
Road to nowhere
Retreated inside
Capacious bare
Only to cling to
Fortunate words
Mythical poems
Senses and nerves
Prove them right
I lose myself
Prove them wrong
Push away
Yeast rising
Hot air
Proves
Daily bread
Every other voice
Chimes in
Beautifully
But only one
Cures gracefully
Sitting pretty
Perched above
Harbour views
Self-soothe
Record player
Of youth
Going roundabout
She is all and all
The girl on the corner
Flipping the bird
Tough time town
Take my word
Tears spilled always
Losing another
Cast away
Girl Friday
No long play
Nor single
Sings the lyrics
I wish to say
Fingers touch
Words into being
Never having
Your own
Living
Breathing
In love
Ever since when
Tucked inside
Safe harbour
Tending to
All her needs
When onlookers
Admire her wisdom
Sweat and tears
Protected for
The power
Of her beauty
All these years
Count the stars of heaven 