‘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.
Chloe
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Lovesong
A blazing fire
turns over
With the line
Over fields
of dark time
Climax contains
Steady camera gaze
A face neither
Smiles nor cries
Home for the morning
Thinly veiled eyes
Hiding midnight sighs
Turn and walk away
Into the night
Holding on so tight
Silence of years
Shouting out
Conquer your fears
Wait for the time
Till then we wander
Only offering
Most valuable
All to save
Nothing but oneself
Can we be brave?
Truth, beauty
…and a picture of you.
Missing me
I am caught in this puzzle of myself.
Charlie Parr
The Great Repose
Contentment seeps in
As in unison
Voices chime
Goodbye
Knowing it's not
Our last
In such a state
We are retained
Yet our hearts
And minds
Run free
Reuniting with words
Meeting on curbs
Harbour views
And bars
For two
Opening
Always holding
Our heart
Open for love
Mysterion
All the books
In the world
All the learned ones
In history
Stop short
Of knowing
The mysteries
Of the matters
Of the heart
For this one cannot
Pursue in degrees
Of books
Or afield
It can only
Be found
In the flesh
In the song
Of our life
One to another
Mysterion – that which awaits disclosure or interpretation
Precious
Does love come
With a lifetime
Guarantee?
Is it more
Precious to me
Lived faithfully
Daily
Voices
Who to listen to?
My heart tells me
I could grow
Used to you
Living history
Even our ruins host vital signs of life
Count the stars of heaven 