Candlelight Tattoo
Imagine it's late at night
and I ask you
to choose for me a beautiful tattoo
Imagine you instantly lean in and agree
and without a moments hesitation
we ink our way to a well known parlour
Imagine I whisper-ask after a kiss
what permanent mark
would you place on my body this night
Imagine you trace on my inner thigh
a tattoo so delicately decadently high
and I embrace the permanent ecstatic sweat and silent cry
Imagine it's late at night
and I remember you
as I still trace my midnight beautiful tattoo with a peaceful sigh
The Shadow Dagger
the reason behind the doing
so often shaded and shadowed and sheletered
the reason behind the hurt
so often a monsterous moment of mindless mayhem
the reason behind the human sacrifice
so often a testimony to instantaneous gratification of another
the reason behind the bleeding
so often a wound left untreated
the reason behind the scar
so often a human remembering to try to forget
Inkpot Letters
I noticed the unassuming pen as it nestled inkpot friend
I focused my attention glued to the very spot
I thought back of the letters written and received
I fought back tears buried through the letter years
I loved the letters that went to Nanna on the farm
I sent them with colours of creative crayon care
I loved the letters that went to friends at war
I sent with them my hope of a world restored
I learned to write letters as I read letters
as I received letters as I believed the messages in the letters
I write them now with clear intent
I write them always with love, care and avoid causing dispair
I await many letters promised and never sent
but I know that letters are like life, only delivered and read when meant
Silent Witness
I looked it up
in the dictionary
the twin brother words
in my mind's eye
"Not making or accompany by any sound"
was the meaning of brother one
"Someone who has knowledge relevent to an event"
was the meaning of brother two
The silence was self inflicted
it protected the confusion within
The witness never came forward
it led to a crime unpunished and people heartbroken and unhinged
I placed the dictionary
back in it's cradle bookcase
I left the witness to remain silent
and the brothers ever more in wait till it may be too late
The always moments in life...
A moment of giving and believing
A thank-you friend when least expected
A baby's delicate fingers trustingliy clasping
A baby's first suckling searching mouth thirst
A child's chattering giggling bubbling delight
A child's skipping animated sharing excitement
A young boys genuine questioning of where to next
A young girl's brave discovering of when to request
A teacher lost in sharing of knowledge passion
A wisdom shared and deeply valued and clearly understood
A river bank unassumingly cuddling nature's water gift
A waterfall rushing towards a love making pool of me and you
A goodbye said with love and remembered with memory warmth
A hallo when life hands the next come-hither-and-live invite to you
Pointing Fingers
It was you
they cried out loud
It was you
they shouted as a crowd
It was you
they blamed and warned others to stay well away
It was you
they pointed with fingers meant to harm and fray
It was you
they yelled and I did not understand the why
It was you
they screamed as I curled in a fetal ball and closed my eyes
It was you
they roared as my fingers protected my heart
and searched for a fresh and clean start
Shanghai River Mouth
at the break of dawn
i rise to see
hundreds gather
for the sun greeting ceremony
on the river banks
silent humans move as one
as they slowly bend and bow to accept
the life they have lived till now
on the misty Shanghai Bund
i watch as graceful tears form
in the corner of an old woman's life
as she moves in harmony and lay down past strife
as the golden sun chases behind the river boats
i slip my sorrows gently and watch them sink in water deep below
and in that moment the hundreds stop to move
and i watch a magic pearl of promise floating by
Sunflower Spiral
Bright Star
Favourite of the
Sun by far
Special spiral heart never hide
Fibonacci pride
The sum of the previous two
The stem from the plume
from the promise of the seed
the then embryo of what we could be
Numerous florets is what I loved so about the you
My face this day still turns to the sun
where I hope to catch a glimpse of the maybe true you
Promise is a Promise
This is our last day
I think I should now pray
I taste the salt in my frayed tear drop
and I pray with all my heart for a moment's delay
This is our last day
I think I can breathe for you
I hold your hand ever so cold
as I pray for you to feel heart's hold
This is our last day
I think I can strengthen you with resolve
I bargain with my ever present Lord
as I pray that we can swap and you can stay
This is our last day
my promise is a bed of thorns
I do not wish to face this unbearable storm
as I pray that fireflies will carry my sweetheart love everafter away
Age to Behold
It was foretold many eons ago
that a human female will transcend all age
and always subliminally be totally one with the age of her inner being soul
It heretofore and therefore without dispute
means that each female human creates around her
those who feel in tune and naturally take comfort in the age of her soul
It hence, a while back and anciently always forward
means that souls will magically connect
when in awe they behold the age and wisdom of another's soul
The female souls I met and behold
glide in and out of my memory picturebook meadow
and I reminisce with a feather light heart
...the playful, the daring, the excited, the nurturing, the searching,
the free, the loving, the inspirational, the whimsical, the wise,
and the hundreds of thousands other unpredictable delightful female souls....
It was foretold many eons ago
that my female heart would behold my female soul
and guide her with care to where the human other is waiting to connect
Hungry Pepper
Pepper and Salt
on a bed of cannot halt and never stay away
Pestle and Mortal
where sins are ground down to a sprinkle away
Spices and Herbs
when seasoning tongues sensually story away
Water and Oil
in the life we never lived and the love we always shared
Ice and Fire
where our footprints lay and our embers glow an end away
Ancient Comb
Hair in the wild wind
sign of receiving the messages often sent before
Hair in a tangled knot
sign of joyful abandonement never to stop
Hair dripping in sleets under the thundering waterfall
sign of orchestral solitude of a soul in the eye of a calm storm
Hair pleasantly offering a love curl
sign of tucking secrets behind an ear as flirting lovescenes unfurl
Hair sprayed on a cotton cushion white
sign of accepting the life I dream and sleep forever now
Stick Cradle
Sing me a lullaby
a song so soothing and soft
cradle my dry twig worries
in the timber of your deep calming voice
Sing me a story
a tale of how we overcame
cradle my pebble hopes
in the crook of your strong arms
Sing me a sleep
a whisper from the centre of the dream catcher weave
cradle my claypot of wishes
as I spin on the potters wheel of tomorrow
the kink on board....
kink in the umbilical cord
no link to bring understanding on board
my seperate elusive and never together
my lonely so dark and damp alone
aggressively surrounded by afraid
the freedom of fleeing, the only possible save
my search for the sane
undecided in the main
kink in the umbilical cord
so lost in the messages from the watery hollow
inside outside world
Going Going Gone....
Let's postulate for second of a minute
as we reflect on a time spanning a life
Does a life have a price?
and if it does,
does the price necessarily mean that the life is compromised
When you fight for a cause
and your life does not run a normal course
the price you pay would be a life dedicated to others
the outcome of your work creates value for others
and you may not realise the value of the price you paid
When you give up your freedom
and you live according to the will of others or another
the price you pay will be a life unrelentingly wished away
your mind will forever deliver desires of what could or may have been
and you will end your days in an unfulfilled haze, a price unbelievably high
When you live in poverty
the price you pay is the slave labour you have to give day after day
you pay with your sweat and your frustrated tears
you rise early and you work late
and most likely you never achieve for yourself the value you create
Going Going Gone
is what the auctioneer declares
at the end of the life affair
I wish you well and I wish you would for a minute dwell
on your own price and the value of the chosen life dice
Shade me a Story
intricate and delicate
from cover to cover
from beginning to end
in every word and inbetween every line
is the story, in which I hope my life will find it's rhyme
sometimes hectic, sometimes eclectic
from simple sentence to dangerous paragraph
from saddest chapter to hopeful middle half
in every part of this, my book, from the very start
is the story of the genuine intent of my loving heart
never boring, never without some form of fear
from blue forgiveness coasts to challenges majestically mountain high
from understated joy to humble i-now-know-why
in this human female book
lies the sword of strength and the tender tiny stick of ever loving joy
Green Grass Graffitti
in the back of the back alley
in the black of the exciting night
your hand on the car door handle, my hand on the spirited spray paint
we find the perfect place
and I turn to you in anticipation of passionate good luck ceremony place
it's 2am in the dead of night
in the middle of the city, in the back of the alley
we move so fast, for our signature statement has to be bold to last
my hand circles the memory of the design
your hands pick me up so I can reach the top to climb
it's 3am and we are done
we walk hand in hand where the streetlights shine just fine
your hand holds mine and my lips hold yours
fulfilled in every part of my rebellious soul, i find i know you
and you know me and together our message will now speak free
forward motion
in a little machine inside my mind
is a little part so refined
its sole purpose, and this is true
is to ensure my life, love and living potions
always achieves a forward motion
in the little part are areas unseen
to the inquisitive mind of the human naked eye
the invisibility, an oxymoron for the significant contribution
as this little part makes me always want to try the new
always want to start and always want to feel free in my human heart
in the little machine i achieve what may not seem much
but each time the forward motion takes place,
the little machine drinks in the latent energy power
and so whether the motion leads to failure or success
my little machine and its little part, makes sure that with forward motion
i always take heart and am ready for every new start
Embers in the Fire Hearth
In went the twiggs
they played an integral role
the twiggs were the smaller
of the special love links
In went the leaves
they curled and coiled and crackled
the leaves were the pure joy moments of shared laughter
before the evening romance breeze
In went the branches
they were thick and dependable as rocks
they created a longlasting heat
and the embers made my heart believe
that i can once again share a fire in a togetherness hearth
Just Female
at first, at the beginning
my female in me
five and delicate and independently free
raw and new
i build grass houses
i nurture my dolls
i dress up in high heels
i cuddle my rabbit
i mess with paint on my tortoise shell
i know I am female
just female as is
early on, in my teens
my female in me
fifteen and excited as I imagine the ever more
exploring, expressive and optimism now soars
i drink in sounds of music so new
i chase my dog in abandonement joy
i flip pancakes with my friends when they always want to stay
i drive dad's truck on the farm road till he turns grey
i dance my first dance and i drink my first drink
i know i am female
just female as is
later on, in my youthful glow
my female in me
twenty five and wonderfully alive
fulfillment in a future flowing river wide
i love a man and believe i will carry him a mile
i give birth to my children and melt at each first smile
i watch bright red blossoms open up in my garden
i hang my feet in a water pond and wriggle my painted toenails
i grow and dive and delve ever deeper below
i know i am female
just female as is
storming in unrelenting questioning and yearn
my female in me
forty and fiesty beyond belief
fiercely self sufficient and forever forging ahead
i miss a man and seek his past good
i cry for my children as they leave and say good bye
i travel the world and seek to find
i fly so high and discover many a blue sky
i leave a man and discover true grief beyond belief
i know i am female
just female as is
still in the mid, in my lonely alone
my female in me
fifty now, reflective and calm
centered in what i have learned
i still love with all my heart
i still miss deeply and desperately at times
i still linger in memories to carry my mind
i still long for moments of truth
i still learn from life so whole
i still always want to give to all
i sing my life song
i know i am female
just female as is
Twilight Line
in time
and
in that other place
in line
with
the joy of youthful space
in light
of
friendship's loyal face
in imagination
and
childish curious flights
in delight
our
youthful spirits reunite to blur when twilight chimes life time
Underwater Stick
past the bubbles
amongst the blue
i instantly recognize
with excitement the you
the sounds you make
reach me in a watery echo state
from which i am sure i hear
your love declared loud and clear
we sinchonize and seemingly stabilize
as we sometimes splutter and forget to swim
and i find as the years go by
our faces break often through the salty tear surface waves
the water then finally stills and in the deep of the blue
i resign and no longer seek the you
and then out of the blue
i spot a single little water tree,
it's branches dripping with the purest form of free watery hope
Serenity
...fear gives way to acceptance and no more delay
...grief in its core gifts memories that soothes all that is sore
...indecision give way to what must be
...soft baby cheek reminds of time to sleep
...scented flower petals envelop frayed human senses
...day old lambs playing hide and seek
...friendship equal, pure and deep blue
...love unspoken becomes silence broken
...palms touch with care as knowing calmness descends
Angel Wing
in the dense undergrowth of the forest floor in the woods
where nobody thought something soft could survive
lay the rarest of all, lay the beginning of the no-more-war
with the lift of the palm tree leaf and the sweep away of the moss and ferns
where no sad person ever had the energy to look
unfurled the angel wing and with it
brought the sound of female voices dipped in nectar dew
the wing feathers lifted the grief
onto rocking chairs with rythms that gift relief
the love of yesteryear entwined the loss of the ever near
and dismantled the ever present fear
to ensure we enjoy the now and the very much here
in the dense undergrowth of the forest floor
we now lie with our arms entwined awaiting the instore
and our lips forming the soothing sounds
of the lullabys of better man and womankind
and our arms now otherwise engaged
refuse to take up more weapons and refuse to fight
Bloody Shoulder...
Lend me your shoulder
I need to cry
I don't understand quite why
but here I am with your shoulder my grief's ally
Why on this day you chose to wear
the crispest whitest shirt of all
I don't understand why
for my blood seeps dark where cotton lint fails to spark a new start
The wind now chills the warmth of your shoulder
and I wonder how I missed the many leaves
that hover in the corners of this now cold shelter
but my senses are very much dulled and my consciousness very much anulled
Lend me your shoulder
I need to grieve
I don't understand when
the wind will finally become blissfully still
All it Takes
is one pod of unshakeable hope
is one bubble of cleansing lavender soap
is one male voice soothing with a deep G note
is one genuine smile invite
is one slight turn of a wrist
is one warm hand to hold another
is one flirting fantail bird
is one feather to have senses wide open alert
is one flute to elude to the crispness of a new beginning
is one blue sky
is one hot air balloon drifting silently by
is one sunray making love to a river reed rush
is one small special something
is one realisation that that small something
sprouts from noticing what seems like a sweet nothing stick
