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English rose
So opposed to prose poetry
Nonetheless, worthy of attention
Shall I mention?
Many moments of recollection
A single scarlet bloom
Growing unseasonally cool
Garden bed
Across the way, down vale
Over ridge
Nestled in sweet Cove
Treasures behold
Peppermint gums overhead
Cacophony of parrots inhabit
Colonial-aged gums
Too wide to embrace
Nigh on fifteen years
Since the first bloom begun
A mere bud
Swaying to the tune of her own song
Now grown, pruned, renewed
How wonderful to recall
Glimpses of past seasons
Of years between us
Now the breadth of which
Becomes relatively small
What say you to celebrating
One more year gone?
Until our blooming is done
Rose hip tea, anyone?
For book club
A whirlwind of sound
Light. Colour. Spoken word
Lyrics, whispered shouting
Into our armpits
Wall to wall
At the Queen's Ball.
I wonder where my place is.
A crumpled sticker
On the toilet cubicle floor
Round like the world
Spruiking 'For God so loved.. ' at 2am
To those using the bathroom
A seeming invasion of privacy
I return to the dance floor
To see lovers, women, kissing
Couples dancing to the end
I stand alone watching
Not realising I, too, am invading
Intimacy I do not own
Conversations with new friends
Planning a sapphic bookclub
My eyes drift up and to the right - she says- as I speak the name
A potential future love
Though hope has evaded me before, and likely will again
I shrug my shoulders
'See how it goes'
~'Meet at Sweet Brew it is the best'
But most of all ~
Do it for book club xo
Search light
Beacon brightness
While I scan horizons
Empty and cold
It took too long
To realise not lost
Standing next to me
The one to hold
Masquerade
A planetary parade
Gives reason to
Pulmonary ache
First day of season
Bathe in frigid waters
Simply beaming
At possibility
Passersby might
Look for me too
Dipping friends
Wonder why my eyes
Search the shore
Not the thin grey line
Where ocean meets sky
Treading water forever
Till we grow cold
Fire lit inside
Fragile
Mary contrary
How does your garden grow?
Good bye
Bye is never good
When it is the last
Sacred geometry
Upon waking I realise
I am not ready for
The way the world
Presses in on me
From all sides
Until I spy
The spiral motion
Of living things
All around
I feel safe
At home
Taking my shell
Of security
Everywhere
With me
Curl once more
Adding up the numbers
Wins multiply behind me
Cast myself off
From the shore merrily
To begin another adventure
Between the tides
More than
Every woman deserves
More than a sonnet
A statue
Warmth of gentle hand
Kind words repeated
Especially in the heart
Of the storm
More than beauty worship
But limbs of dignity
Pride and passion
Are fostered
More than 'your woman'
To cherish or ignore
Wit and intelligence
Not enough or too much
For yours?
Draw back velvet curtain
More than body -
Heart and soul
Count the stars of heaven 