Days so inspired

Wander vast landscapes
In snow, wind and rain
Pour out my heart
On alluvial plane
Marvel and bow within
Carved limestone cave
Forage and flit about
White washed waves

For each day of yearning
Turns a new fresh page
Placing the point
On paper, thoughts race
As feelings are aired
They are lighter in space
Took all of my wandering
To know here is my place
Kunanyi / Mt Wellington in Spring snow, taken from Bellerive Pier, Hobart Tasmania.

Cures for love list

In the vein of Ovid's Remedia Amoris

Don't let me near a bumblebee
A lizard, owl or slimy leech
No butterflies or hilltop scree
Invertebrates nor anemone
Away with bells of pink or white
Dangling in the dappled light
No trudging through the crunchy snow
Or campstove fires in cabins glow
Pandani, fagus, kangaroo grass
If you want to air the grief
Far away from nature's best
Put this cure-all to the test
Nature lover, wandering free
One never forgets an ecologist!
Stairway to heaven at Freycinet National Park

This Old Love

Only comes out
On coldest days
Wild wind snaps
My face into shape.
Any passing stranger
Notices cool change
Friends embrace
Challengers turn tail.
It holds space
Though never filled
Gravitates to places
Where eyes first locked
Pockets turned inside out
Lint was spilled.
Gaze darts from butterflies
To fleeting smiles
Peering through the aisles
Of best sellers.
Silent goodbyes
Are all that linger now.
View of snowy kunanyi / Mt Wellington from The Afterword Cafe.

Healing shore

Hesitant
Tentative

When the hurt is all you had left
Step into grove of golden flowers
Tread the path that leads
To roaring waves defending sea

Hear the words fall upon soft ground
Mingling with memories of another
Gently lapping morning tide
Safe harbour sunlit, teeming with new life

Steer your own way out
Return to me, steady turn of rudder
Double back if your heart is sore
Come alongside save rocky shore.

Take heed

Do not grow too content
With being alone

Empty seats beside
Roll eyes as party behind
Chatter happily

Warily evading suggestions
Of a match maker
Relishing breadth of one in bed.

Sprawling diagonal
Clutching hot water bottle
Catching clouds racing
Through the mind.

Know this
There is one somewhere
Who exudes sunshine

Their gaze radiates
Over skin and lips
Eyes ablaze

Tense pain of shoulders
Eases, deeper breath
Healing
This is the test.

Does their presence
Feel like a Sunday evening?
Tea in the Atrium – a suite of ice cream spoons. By Sophie Carnell

Signs of life

Shivers
Run the course of river
Tributaries of nervous system
Down my spine at night

Rocky outcrop
Showing black line of ash
Extinction, though not quite
Disappearing of past life

Seagrass
Luminescent pink through to stout browny black
Traces the lines of tide
Beneath soft cake mounds of sand

Deciduous
Shedding of old life
Happens annually above our collective minds
Imagine the life force stagnant
In tributaries of its truncated spine.

Know that we and they flow in seasons
We are not immune in our glass hothouses
Cold buries deep till last sight of snow
First signs of new life
Mere bud or daring flower show.
Epacris impressa at Freycinet National Park.

Middle ground

First time I kissed you
By accident, on cheek
I whispered, "see you soon"
Ablaze, I stepped onto river's edge
- once where we met -
Time and again
To cool my thoughts.

Last time we hugged
It was all you
A friendly pat around broad shoulders
As I stooped down
Like a medal winner
Empty handed

I could not throw my arms around
. It was orchestrated by another
.. my arms were loaded with jackets and books wrapped in cotton
... I knew it would be the last.

Since then, how carefully the silence is conducted through an orchestra of friends.

While I write lyrics to music I can only imagine.
Iron Pot Lighthouse, Cape Blessington, Bruny Island in the distance.