Time wears down
Toughest
Ancient lines
Layers, pillars
Crumble
Force of waves
Cold infiltrates
Slightest grain
Marine fossils
Tonnes tumble
Return to sea
Once again
Ancient lines
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Category Archives: Tasman Peninsula
One day
Shelves brimming with books
A leather covered nook
Lace curtain dances
On morning breeze
I hurriedly go to work
One day these pages
Will open to me
I will read aloud
To my love over tea
A neighbour stops
To look longingly
At the morning moon
Snaps it with a long lens
While my blue screen eyes glow
One day I will wake
By the light of the moon
Lying on soft tufts of dry moss
We will curl and trace the sun in morning ritual
Ginger cat curls in winter coat
Around blue flowers soaking low lying sun
Lush grass is mown by guinea pigs on a run
New natives thrive in builder's rubble.
One day, on eve of Spring
I will wade through winter garden's tailings
Gather barrowloads of greens to reveal fresh ground
We will chirp like birds at herbs that survived all odds.
Plant companions for their year ahead.
One day, I hope it comes.
The shape of story
Oral histories magnify
Astronomical events
Cave art gallery
Match sedimentary layers
Outpouring of devotion
Astronomical event
Cave art theologian
My sentiment within
One, oral story teller
Other, evolutionary
How complementary
They could be
Can they evolve together?
Sew stories bound
By braided sweetgrass
Bonded by human nature
Volumes of unspoken story
Sit in digital pond
Stagnant, growing heavy
From lack of light
Let there be...
Silence speaks
A source of great strength
A true friend who never betrays
The sleep that nourishes wisdom
More powerful than proving a point
It is golden
A sanctuary for the soul or
An ultimate weapon of power
Whether embraced or imposed
May your silence be filled with bird song and laughter
By this, if a weapon, may it lose its power.
Endless arms
Only one space
Big enough to hold
Love I never gave
Into your arms
Trio
Wanderlust
Takes me to wildest corners
Of intricate landsape
Innumerable explosions
Of spores, gills
Parasols of dew
They do not mind
How many they number
Two or thirty
The more the merrier
Shared essence of being
Though less gregarious
We humans seem
Another year
You lit a fire
One night
Walked away
Let it blaze
Forgot to turn around
To put out the flames
So it rages
All this time
Should I not have
Fuelled its rise?
Smoke signals
Over horizon
Miles and years
From where you left
They say it's better
Clear the weeds
Let seeds burst
Another year
Pull
Strongest of morning
Nestled in pure silence
Gravitas draws down
Most poignant moment
Into my coffee cup
I dwell
Steamy thoughts fill
My nose, eyes, throat
Ravenous groan
Deep in cavernous want
Mind lifts up
Sun reddening stoic
Organ pipes above
A herald echoes
In conscious moment
Pulling me to wake
From cosy slumber
Of longing
For her
Sun kissed
Summer solstice and the air is swimming with insects
Rays scoop down to bathe kangaroo grass heads golden
Swaying on waves of breeze surfing on treetops
To break the back of the working week is to finish at midday on Friday
Roll down to the bay with windows down and radio blaring
The kissed sound of a tinnie opening
Smacked on lips evokes guttural sighs and closed eyes smiles all around me
She was brazen as one of the locals
Sandy haired and sun kissed freckled skin chilled as southern air embraces her
First one in heckling others to obey her invitation
Then she'd disappear under the waves to shed her worries
No one ever looked at her sideways
Count the stars of heaven 