On the night of Christmas past

Posted on August 6, 2022 by aperture

Fearful storm of lightning
unaccompanied
by rain or thunder
Flashes
singularly vivid
showing plainly
rugged outline
Wild landscape
from rocky fortress
witnessed
Hot weather parched
herbage of plain
to perfect dryness
A flash
more tremendous
suddenly set it
a blaze
Alarmed
in the tenement
occupied
Shortly relieved
from apprehensions
copious shower
extinguishing the flame

Erasure poem – ‘On Christmas Rock, 1840’ – from JE Calder, 1849, Some account of the country lying between Lake St Clair and Macquarie Harbour, Tasmanian Journal of Natural Science, 3:415-429.

The impossible girl

Posted on October 23, 2021 by aperture

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

Posted on October 23, 2021 by aperture

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

Smells like teen spirit

Posted on October 17, 2021 by aperture

No other way to be
Let it all out
Circumambient sweet
No need to fight it

Grown in goodness
From a seed
Abundance for me
Surreal reality
Let it be

Bid you good day

Posted on September 8, 2021 by aperture

Who decides when to leave or stay?
Presence is a twist of fate
A state of mind
A lovers' debate

Soaking in all the senses
A lifetime of inspiration
Absorbed in the space
of a day

Words cannot describe
the affect on body and mind
But if you wish me to
I will try

Others

Posted on September 8, 2021 by aperture

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

Posted on September 6, 2021 by aperture

Melancholy 
Buoyed by day
Slipping into
Doldrums 

Deliberating
Present filled
Future genie
Mementos gleaming

Particles of light 
Fall upon me
Waking me 
From a dream

With love

*William Charles Piguenit, 1910. Artists of Tasmania. Mt Wellington from River Derwent…*

Love like

Posted on September 6, 2021 by aperture

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