The greatest deed of self love
When in deleterious deficit
Simply to write one's thoughts and feelings
In a thousand different ways
Then set about, daily, to treaure it.
The greatest deed
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Category Archives: Women
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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
In my own skin
Layers as filo pastry
Deliciously warmed
Under the same sun
Peel away while sleeping
New versions of ourselves
Quietly revealing
Still the same old, same old
Heaving, breathing
Precious burst illuminating
Memories slink across my face
In diamond cut wrinkles
Glitter all over the place
Lightly
We crossed the bridge
Going different ways
Off on our own
Adventures
That we crossed paths
Sits with me
A trickling stream
Of memories and imagery
Floating away
Lightly, upon fallen leaves
Unguarded moment
Tell those friends
Their jokes
Don't make me laugh
Those men
With horses for hearts
So deep, deep
Without meaning
They only make me feel...
Lyric poem, An Unguarded Moment, by The Church.
Ode to be
Oh to be the one
Who can do no wrong
To see your face
Illuminated
Each time we meet
Rather than
Cloud nine dissolves
Thump upon landing
As you are gone
Sound of strings
Only soothes
I am not
The one for thee
An ode to be
Just me
Waking dream
Call of the waves
Brought me to this place
A pace of feet among the leaves
Different to cacophonic city streets
A humble blue Bumble bee
Sets down, curious, next to me
The out breath longer than the in
Around here
Sand between toes
Sweat beading on lips, chin and nose
Crickets sing in time with the breath
Or is it me
Stand tall posture
Like a tree
Ignore the planes roar above
Accept all that is
Between the earth, sky and sea
Kiss the sky
Daily she wakes
Greets the face
She chose long ago
Her own
Reprise
First editions grow in value exponentially with time
When the story is worthy of reprise
While others, a mere shell of past lives
Cling empty across time
Eventually blown in the wind
Which one, do we decide?
Heart berry
Hidden among limbs clothed
In green velvet gowns
Dripping in accoutrements
Of fernage, of fungi
A trickle gapens wide
To underground flow hastily
Growing in karst caves
Miles long - race to river shores
Ancient faces, bearded features
Embedded in sapling lined hill
Look up to pinnacle source
Drink liquor distilled by leaves
Minutiae of life abounds
Hiding from hurried eyes
Passing giant foot too blind
- by black shapes bound to hand and wrist -
To see them thrive
Once the orchid eye is in
Become a clumsy giant
Clambering in, too easily
Destroying tender offspring
Sprinkling pathogens from soles
Wiping out whole colonies
After a solitary visit
Gaping mouthed outsider capturing souls in images
Thinking of this and parallels
The heart propagates compassion
It dangles on new vine
White heart berry ripening in time
Junee Caves Walk, Maydena Tasmania
Count the stars of heaven 