Daily she wakes
Greets the face
She chose long ago
Her own
Kiss the sky
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Category Archives: Thoughts
Reprise
First editions grow in value exponentially with time
When the story is worthy of reprise
While others, a mere shell of past lives
Cling empty across time
Eventually blown in the wind
Which one, do we decide?
Come out
In the lee of Summer Solstice
Tell oneself to breathe
In and out repeatedly
No more holding on
To each one
The days are ticking down again
Walk abreast the self-assured waves
Kissing sun on white speckled canvas
Laid bare for once
Turn around
People multiply in the wake
Rubbery tops of jelly fish
Bounce off finger tips
Salty drink for skin
Slips soft around
Tender clefts of limbs
Hopefully loved
Sun kiss, towel hug
Me and my own company
Thinking upon
Just once
The one presiding over
The bay upon balcony
Head dipped in serenity
Some adventure in there
Waiting to come out
13th candle
Burned through
At least a dozen
On pure desire
Till none to light another
Not even at midnight
On Summer Solstice
Of all the gifts
I poured out
My heart slipped into one
Sleep, not skinny dipping
I, my faithful lover
Gentle art
You were always there
Not waiting in the wings
But wearing them
Spectator of my test match
Now long over
Rained out
We're waiting for new ground
The gentle art
Of watching grass grow
Someone
Every adventurer
Long absent wanderer
Climbs karst summits
Ride across Americas
Walk entire length of it
Eventually desires
Someone to come home to
We found a cave
Respect before love
As finding a cave
Acknowledging
The ancients
Love afore respect
A sinkhole lake
Delivering
The unmaking
Letting go
All the pretty shiny
People I collected
Never do well as
A trophy on the shelf
Letting go the fragile
Outer homes we grew
While tossed about
Turbulent ocean
Desist the breaking tide
Bay of quiet captures
Wide eyed ones
Hoping to close them
For a while
Ascribe greatness
The world contained
Some useful frames
For understanding
Evolution
A deep scientific wariness
Of ascribing human emotions
To other species
More than one whale biologist
Believe these species
Feel love more
Than humans
- quote from 'Why are we like this: an evolutionary search for life's big answers' by Zoe Kean, New South, 2024.
The journey to being
Wanton attention
Deprives one of pride
Dignity a tiny blossom
Expecting spring gale
To deflower her
The unmaking of tolerable
Rewriting scripts that
Never left the wastebasket
Fine tuning lyrics
To write my heart song to
We were always wanting
On the journey to being seen
Count the stars of heaven 