Swept
Breath
Fall
Off their feet
Taken away
On their knees
Sounds divine?
We have a lifetime
To work it out
How to live in love
From this position
Upturned
Breathless
Lying low
We will need
Every day
However long
It should take
To know
How to stand
Held hands
Walk on
If a sprout takes root
On an Island
That drifts away
Heading South
It was always there
Seeds that flew in
On the breeze
Hosted by birds
Do we blame these
Mixed leaves?
So what happens
When I wander hills
Wondering whether
This bloom or that
Warrants attention
Is all life
Worth a mention?
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
Count the stars of heaven 