‘Nothing is absolute
Frida Kahlo
Everything changes
Everything moves
Everything revolves
Everything flies
And goes away.
I am that clumsy human
Always loving
Loving
Loving.
And loving.
And never,
Leaving.’
Loving never leaving
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Category Archives: Travel
Precious
Waves of whitewash
Gently tumble with sand
Could be anywhere
In the world
Colour of ocean blues
Somewhere tropical
Azure, opal, sapphire
No gem compares
Worth beyond all lands
Ocean holds beauty
Ancient mysteries
Never revealed
Crooks n Nannies
All things
You were all things to me
Breathing air seeing none
You meant the whole world
Revolving the sun
Reliving lost dreams
That fled once awake
Exploring new ground
No claiming a stake
Imagining lives
We never would live
Biding our time
For someone to give
Who can tell?
What riches lie in wait
To be discovered
By a twist of fate
Chorus of the ocean
Is heard from surface
Best orchestral works
When I still my breath
Pounding heart a timpani
In time with acoustic
Sonogram of life
Unbounded
Poetry in motion
By an inch
Tell her that you love her
If not with words
Any other thing
Without a doubt
Most important
Need to know
Life or death
By an inch
Holding one
Away from cliff
Sudden drop away
To vast ocean
Of loneliness
Tell her simply
For vast open sky
Meets horizon
High and deep
Where love consumes
Our solitude
We float away
To worlds unknown
Forever
Ruminate
'Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose'
~ Shakespeare Sonnet 64
Memoriam
I dedicate my writings
Dear Fanny Cochrane Smith
I lived upon her land
Learned what gratitude is
It healed my very wounded
Heart, spirit, mind
So I wish to return
To all of her kind
~written on kunanyi lutruwita / Mt Wellington Tasmania
Lion
World presents digital pixels
Eyes adjust to scenery
Day long listening
To hearts on repeat
Stories neverending
Appeals, demands
Longings, refusals
Understanding
A girl in the background
Crying
Dog barking
Train horn in Dehli
Automatic voice
On the Toongabbie line
Selling my song
No cleaner air
Than what I breathe
Come down toward
Just shy of Antarctic
Weather is fine here
How could you think twice?
