The impossible girl

Seven score and fifteen
Since the day
Dared to reclaim
Blindfold fell away

The world is a scarier place
Yet wide, vast as the sky
When pulling opinions
Down from on high

Meeting all the faces
Damp lit street and dark
Being one with them
Hitting the mark

All the things refrain
Are real for us
All of life
Abounds in us

Are we alone
Divided by love
Of mythical tree
A new year's eve

Glorious garden grows
Its beauty renewed
Breathtaking view
for Lili

Bravehearts

In the land of Oz 
I've walked these streets 
Paved with gold
Priceless wares

Federation facades 
Heritage shades
Inked pinked bodies
Stand out boldly

A heart grows fearless
Sitting in places
Undeserving spaces
Unfamiliar faces

Speaking into the chasm
People's lives unfolding
In one moment 
Tones waves uniting

That heroic soul
So rare and pure
Timid and unsure
Held open the door




Others

Some choose to
Live and let die
Watch a mother cry
Hear an old man grieve
Turn a cold hand, leave

Avoid another vow
Furrows in the brow
Take another's toil
Feed the ego, spoil

Eternally asking 
Am I one or the other?
Do I love?
Do I bother?

Love like

Rain on a tin roof
White noise soothing
Muddled mind
To dream

Each drop echoes
A different sound
Like a typewriter of
Make believe

Writing novellas
Words unspoken
Moves a token
Gesture of love

Sounds identify
Life unbounded
Connect to world
Eden above

Cherishing dark blue
Burning midnight oil
Happiness toil
Space beside

With you

New Norfolk, Tasmania

Looking into you

Look into my face, can you see?

The sketches of my past

smiles and frowns etched with age

marks of honor, sun-baked.

Look into my eyes, can you see?

A reflection of yourself?

Glinting shadows sparkle and fade

To soften the hard edge life of late

Read between the lines of living

on the cusp of heaven, grow wings.

Ease, peace, please, appease.

Muster courage, move to light

Hand holding tight.

Look into my face, can you see

You?


Photo credit: Swiss Alps by Ilze Haynes (C) 2019

The Place of Repose

The feathered bird flips lightly on the low bough and peers

Suspiciously at fronds of smoke waving past his ears

Roundly Red and pale Peach bellies, proudly hide and seek

Circling hoard of humans who visit once a week

Curiously they walk below, felling trunks, digging peat

Bouncing round the fire waving sticks with things to eat

Harmlessly they shape our wood into a tiny home

A private nest, motionless, watching while Red roams.

Grow Big

Lying motionless for weeks

Eyes tracing fleur de lis

The peeling paper of grief

Lit by dappled window

 

We hauled ourselves o’er river

Up valley, down street

A fortress of relief

Where the sun streams in

 

Letterbox dropped all over

Exhaustive help depletes

Children playing down the creek

Treated from top to feet

 

The wardrobe grew expansive

The widening face to greet

In the mirror of my memory

My morning stranger meet

 

A thickening of walls and doors

A latch that won’t fool many

The welcome mat rolled up and out

For neighbours warm and friendly

 

The distance and the silence grew

A universe between them

Majestic prose still flows in space

Though gracious few receive it

 

The stranger in the mirror

Grows accustomed to the stare

Our eyes meet and smile

A sweet surrendered air

 

Hiding in plain sight

My former figure forgets

Politely nod and carry along

The new friend in our midst

 

New and aged silver and brave

Though some might say contrary

The glimmer in her eye reveals

The joy in giving Glory


Featured Image: Photo by Hello I’m Nik on Unsplash