harriette for the dreamers

a year ago

2011-10-16T15:28:00.000-07:00

One year today.

They were wed.

Time trickles by,

like water in

a summer stream.

Then, all of a sudden

the rain begins to fall

the stream turns

into a torrent.

All of a sudden

a year has gone.

A year of life.

A year of love.

Sun shines over me, no matter where I am

2011-09-21T18:49:00.000-07:00

Standing tall on the mountain top

the wind to my back,

my hair blowing wild.

Setting sun shines bright

as I watch boats on the silver sea

and think of far away places.

Under the blue sky are clouds

like my smile, hiding tears

and my laugh disguising fears.

The sun continues shining

and the wind it goes on blowing

as I watch and as I dream.

lily number two

2011-09-16T02:07:00.000-07:00

Blooming, you fill the room

with your voice,

your scent.

The light is fading

but you are bright.

I sit, quietly

watching

and listening

as you unfold

your day to me

as if I had been there

all along.

lily number one

2011-09-05T01:34:00.000-07:00

They awaited with patience

for my arrival

like you did,

that night I was late.

I apologised. To you

and to the lilies.

They were white

but the night was black

and as dark as an

empty heart.

As we talked (you didn't mind that I was late -

it was only 5 minutes, you said)

I realised

I loved you.

Good News

2011-07-23T22:57:00.000-07:00

Some moment of grey rain is lifted

by the words of this girl so sweet.

Her giggles sparkle down the line,

filled with audible happiness.

My grinning heart is filled with joy.

The world is bright through her

beautiful blue eyes, widely smiling.

The blaze

2011-07-21T02:44:00.000-07:00

The blaze of setting sun

shines bright through tall trees.

Walking slowly we listen

to the dry crackle of leaves.

Birds sing with voices loud

in the damp and darkening air.

We can hear their songs echo

bouncing on the brightly lit path.

A far cry from the city chaos

from which we have come.

This moment of mine

2011-07-16T01:17:00.000-07:00

With hat and bag

she sets out across the faded shore

towards a destination of excitement

to match her sparkling bag of silver stars.

adventuring

2011-07-04T16:17:00.000-07:00

under wooded paths

we walked and climbed

up rocky hills.

the sun shone down

upon us, warming

our cold hands.

falling leaves were

soft like feathers

drifting.

we reached our final

destination, a cave

of stalactites.

listening to the drips

we gazed into the

darkened void.

One memory

2011-07-01T18:17:00.000-07:00

There goes another

flying by. Without

a sound or simple

recognition. It just

goes on by without

a wave or little nod

in my direction. It

goes on by,

on it goes.

This thought a tiny

fragment just one

solitary moment,

going

gone.

Hand on heart

2011-06-19T01:49:00.000-07:00

Tightly holding black fur

the collar of a heavy coat

wrapped around shoulders

as alone one walks swiftly

up a darkening grey street

cold air reddens cheeks

as misty rain turns hair

softly into blonde clouds

like forgotten memories

of whispered sentiments.

Down on the world

2011-06-16T23:30:00.000-07:00

The pink box of chocolates waits.

The glossy magazine taunts beauty.

The empty white bag evidences frivolity.

The golden flowers permeate spring scent.

The eyes looking down on the world drop tears.

Watching the bicycles

2011-06-05T23:54:00.000-07:00

I watch her go

on her blue bicycle.

Wind in her hair

and nothing to lose.

She is there alone

on this open road.

I watch her go

smiling to herself.

Sun on her face

and nowhere to be.

She is wild away

from all the laughter.

I watch her go

on her blue bicycle.

And I wonder

in silence, of freedom.

Fragments

2011-05-31T23:14:00.000-07:00

There are more today

than there were yesterday

fragments of remembered knowledge

and grains of tiny silver sand upon the shore.

Tomorrow the water

will return to collect them

take them back to where they came

disappear them out to sea and out of this head.

For now we can only wait

for those two hours to arrive

when we can show all that we know

and how much we have stored in this ocean.

stepping out no.8

2011-05-29T20:00:00.000-07:00

Four feet step in time

upon the windswept sand.

Grey ground and wild sea

beneath the blue blue sky.

Long shadows follow us

darkly black and sharp.

Seagulls float on salty air

like wild rubbish bags.

Waves break crashing loud

against the foaming shore.

Four footsteps in time

walk happily, side by side.

Miss Slinky - part2.

2011-05-22T23:13:00.000-07:00

Black and sleek, she steps

elegantly past the moment.

She disappears as quietly

as when she first appeared.

Away she wanders quickly

toward the next unknown.

I watch her go. She is swift

like a shadow always fading.

Miss Slinky - part1.

2011-05-15T15:23:00.000-07:00

Black and sleek, she steps

on cracks unsuspiciously.

This girl leads me onward

down a road of soft shadows.

Her eyes shine bright green

under the dappled sunlight.

Footfall is quick. She is swift

like a breeze against my legs.

i am back

2011-05-10T00:56:00.000-07:00

lost days

frozen time

still here

i always am.

blue dreams

grey skies

lead me

back to you.

above city

beyond cloud

take me

away again.

i return

just now

in thought

and memory.

St. Valentine

2011-02-14T20:25:00.000-08:00

Pursue happiness

with courage & abandon.

Cycle after hearts

with beauty & flair.

Embrace deep love

with anticipation & faith.

There are two Mays

And then a Must

And after that a shall.

How infinite the compromise

That indicates I will!

Emily Dickinson

The morning

2011-02-12T12:54:00.000-08:00

The world is made of light

through the green glass

of a champagne flute.

The sky is made of silk

through the happy eyes

of a well-loved soul.

The air is made of joy

through the laughter

of a favourite family.

The gull

2011-02-10T17:11:00.000-08:00

Alone on the grey sand

with a voice of stones

and a heart of sunshine.

Through her eyes

2011-02-07T18:20:00.000-08:00

All is bright & new

constant with excitement.

Green eyes shine

beech one with their wonder.

Each steady object

is given her attention.

The grass grows long

a jungle for her dark paws.

Amusement here is cheap

and love comes free & easy.

Her eyes they see the world

the way in which we dream to.

Beyond

2011-02-05T17:58:00.000-08:00

Beyond the trees,

the dark faces

and drifting tide.

Beyond the sea,

the blue hills

and floating clouds.

Beyond the dreams,

the quiet words

and solem smiles.

Beyond the future,

the stolen time

and imagined scenes.

Beyond the sky,

the aching hearts

and perfect symmetry.

Beyond the life,

the beloved now

and beautiful then.

Beyond it all,

past you and I

and all we share.

Beyond...

Returning

2011-02-04T17:24:00.000-08:00

Apologies.

For the lack of words

and deep affection.

I can explain,

indeed,

I will.

Life interrupts

with more words

to speak

than ever write.

So, all I ask of you

is patience

as it is,

after all,

such a virtue.

I shall return

be sure of that

you see,

my dears,

I always do.

H x

Yellow Lilies

2011-01-15T14:04:00.000-08:00

Bright sun

reflects

off glowing

petals.

Deep below

green

leaves shine

darkly.

Yellow lilies

illuminate

the summer

happily.

In the field

2011-01-13T12:23:00.000-08:00

After all

the moment is gone

and she is left alone.

In an empty dry field

full of deep yellow light.

She feels the wind

play with her hair

as she lets thoughts

flicker & brighten.

Crisp grass crackles

in the afternoon heat.

This new moment

is gone and she

is still alone.

After all,

contemplation

comes naturally

to this girl.

Vanishing

2011-01-09T11:36:00.000-08:00

By the light of

the afternoon sun

our hair curls and our

smiles broaden happily.

A bright blue sky

widens far above us

as the long day descends

upon dry grass and red wine.

We are three good friends

who laugh at nothing in particular

just taking photographs of memories

and letting the past commence its vanishing.

Boy

2011-01-07T01:28:00.000-08:00

Listen

to her sing

about my boy

her boy

the boy

on the stereo

her voice

loud

with strength

and audible

affection.

Middle tea

2011-01-04T16:28:00.000-08:00

It is morning,

bright light comes

in to flood the room

where silence rests heavily.

Tea sits there

- between us -

on the bare wooden table

as we look beyond, elsewhere.

The middle tea

distracts our minds

as we avoid the words

that we so wish to speak.

stepping out no.7

2011-01-03T15:45:00.000-08:00

Walking upon familiar stones

the summer heat warms skin.

* * *

Yellow bees buzz

atop purple lavender.

White butterflies flutter

between green leaves.

Black kitten scampers

before my walking feet.

Silver geckos glitter

on the blue garden wall.

* * *

Summer colours accost

as I step out on this day,

into the shimmering air.

The first

2011-01-01T12:56:00.000-08:00

I peer through the oak,

beyond green leaves

and strong branches,

down below the sky

toward our hidden home.

I look through the past,

beyond silent time

and broken thoughts,

out toward the future

and all that it will bring.

A home

2010-12-12T00:43:00.000-08:00

It was my home.

For those few weeks,

I happily called it mine.

For I was queen

of that fair street,

if only for a while.

Now I am gone

away across the sea

to another kind of home.

A far off memory

it seems all now to be,

fond in thoughts and dreams.

That place was mine

and forever it shall be

just 720 Park Avenue,

and perfectly illusive.

Her Tower

2010-11-29T20:38:00.000-08:00

She climbs the tower

to let down her hair

and see the city from the sky.

She is fair Rapunzel

with her head in the clouds

watching a red sun set over Liberty.

She looks down in hope

and dreams of a white knight

to arrive and share this light with her.

Sharp shadows

2010-11-28T19:25:00.000-08:00

Sharp sunlight

sends shadows

and shivers

through

crisp air.

I stand aware

of the world

at my feet

the sky

above.

Long lamplight

lingers softly

illuminating

pale skin

dreams.

Memories flicker

delicately warm

melancholy

in blue

eyes.

Thanksgiving

2010-11-25T19:12:00.000-08:00

All afternoon,

while rain drips outside,

we cook and we drink and we laugh.

We are three girls,

far, far from home

together here in Brooklyn, NYC.

Celebrating,

we give thanks

for the fact that we are here at all.

Indeed, for all that we have

and for all that we are

we give thanks.

Long Lost

2010-11-23T15:47:00.000-08:00

Far away

restless

in dark night

there are cold shivers

through the earth

preventing sleep

keeping eyes open

and heart beating fast

[too fast]

for they are lost

in tragedy

and my home mourns

friends weep and pray

for them,

the lost,

while I lie here

in darkness

far away

and wide awake.

Red Hook

2010-11-21T18:57:00.000-08:00

Inside is warm

as we sit sipping tea,

ignoring the outside cool wind.

But we soon go

moving onwards and out,

wandering further in to the hook.

We buy cupcakes

and felted white rabbits

as gifts for ourselves and our loves.

This day is fading

the early time has come

so we watch the bright end descending.

The red sun sets

over a far grey city,

shedding a pink light over all.

Liberty stands tall

with her flame ablaze,

we admire her stature with awe.

Then,

off we go again

to find wine indoors,

another warm spot in which to linger.

Subway

2010-11-19T14:25:00.000-08:00

Below the city

under ground

a train comes

at first sound

bones shake

bodies rattle

these nerves

quickly frayed

under the city

below ground

where they lie

and travel fast

screaming train

takes us away

under ground

beyond the city.

Colours in the park

2010-11-16T14:13:00.000-08:00

Yellow are these leaves

that float across the lake

in which blue sky reflects.

From here I stand alone

look out toward the West

and feel the chilling breeze.

Red colours mingle brightly

in the mud beneath my feet

as I stand still just watching.

Grey squirrels leap and bound

I see them quickly come and go

as their long tails bristle wildly.

Beyond is broad New York City

alive with life and light, today

circus-hued in the colours of the fall.

Midnight words

2010-11-14T21:51:00.000-08:00

She fills the air with silence

and the raindrops with despair.

But her smile brightens daydreams

and it fades all kinds of fear.

Finale

2010-11-13T21:46:00.000-08:00

A week ago.,

I spent my day

in a cave of clothes

and cold faded light.

It was my last,

my final, ultimate.

I am thinking now

of then, and there,

and of when

I will be back.

Johnstons

2010-11-09T21:38:00.000-08:00

The sun is dipping low

though the air continues warm.

The wine is tickling cool

as the conversation starts to flow.

The view is tall and beautiful

across the road towards the light.

The Johnstons owned that place

and they embezzled their names on the wall...

Soiree

2010-11-03T14:11:00.000-07:00

With her soiree she says goodbye

to friends and lover,

one and all.

Outside the rain falls again,

inside is warm with wine

and loud laughter.

Departure is imminent

yet still feels a far off

fantasy of dreams.

The night envelops bodies

smiling faces in the dark

black starless sky.

[Though under candle light they dance like fireflies.]

A farewell she calls,

adieu to you

my dears.

Photograph by Katie Daniels

The journey

2010-11-02T12:43:00.000-07:00

Over the hills and far away

lies the land I love,

the land where my heart belongs.

Beyond those sheep,

and echoed calls

is the home where my feet stand.

Across the green seas

under that blue sky

there's a place for me, for me alone.

Wide dreamed views

and valley's deep

they protect that precious place.

To there I will return

so soon,

with a smile, and a wave.

Empty

2010-10-31T19:52:00.000-07:00

The empty fountain

with waterless heart

is silent. A solid soul

strong among trees

& the eyes of tourists.

A wedding

2010-10-30T00:10:00.000-07:00

Two weeks it was ago

- that day to be forever

in time together the two

of them always as one.

Red roses will

bloom as blossom

goes falling.

Spring days they

will belong to them.

Wandering

2010-10-28T14:41:00.000-07:00

The mind that wanders

wanders far.

Warm air drifts

through the open window

brushing her skin delicately

playing with her floating curls.

Tall lilies with pink hearts

fill her space with fragrance.

Days light is fading

as night begins to fall

and again her mind goes

wandering, far off beyond the sky.

The beginning

2010-10-24T12:08:00.000-07:00

Yellow daisies

encircle them.

She says she thinks this would be

a good place to play duck, duck goose,

as she lies laughing on the dry green grass.

Above the sky

is a vivid blue.

Closing her eyes she thinks of the new baby,

a little girl with pale skin and frail tiny limbs

who will grow strong enough to lie laughing,

smelling daisies

and playing

duck

goose.

That home of mine

2010-10-23T21:39:00.000-07:00

Not yet a week

since my return

and I dream

clouded dreams

under white sheets

of snowy mountains,

twisting grey roads

and as sky as wide

as my imagination.

She is a white swan

2010-10-19T23:36:00.000-07:00

With white lily skin

a smooth swan neck

and pink lips smiling

she is ready. Ready

for whatever may be

whatever may come

her way in the last

of the afternoon sun.

Awake dreams

2010-10-17T23:19:00.000-07:00

Returning in the dark

she has the falling lids

of lost and tired eyes.

Her blonde hair slips,

shining in false light

awakening at dawn.

She dreams so softly

without even sleeping

of love forever after.

She is Eveready

2010-10-16T23:14:00.000-07:00

Alone and tall

she stands

wrapped in silk

and sheathed

in smiles

she is a girl

against a crowd

but she is here

and ever ready.

A day for my father

2010-10-12T21:26:00.000-07:00

We caught the last of the sun in our ready, happy hands,

as the light glinted off glass and smiles and a wire fence.

The white spring lambs bounded and joked together

across smooth green hills that fell slowly into shadow.

There was stillness in the air, throughout the valley,

beyond our seclusion and into the far empty fields.

The blue sky remained clear and bright and wide

while the yellow sun slipped and slid beyond view.

Our laughter danced over the long grass and far trees

echoing against the fresh green-swallowed landscape.

My fathers smile widened as the vast sky diminished

his happiness almost touchable in that last glint of sun.

Birthday Tea

2010-10-11T17:13:00.000-07:00

Under Japanese blossom

we drink English tea

out of China

eat French macaroons

with out fingers

and tell stories

that make us all laugh.

Journey

2010-10-07T15:01:00.000-07:00

The spotted dress

accompanies her

on the flight from

here to there.

She

sits alone and waits

for the journey's end

to come.

Clutching at

the soft green fabric

her hands are white

with cold.

Watching as

the grey clouds fade

the sun begins

to shine.

Collingwood

2010-10-01T16:07:00.000-07:00

He shoots with precision

as white light falls on brick

and skin shines with life.

See Photography page for full shoot.

www.jackyounger.com.au

Landscape

2010-09-30T04:33:00.000-07:00

Here is a landscape.

A lake of blue glass

deep water beneath

pale hills far beyond.

Tall trees drowned

as the fields flooded

sheep washed away.

A bright sun shines

clear light through

an vast empty sky.

My wild mind swims

as fish fly between

long dead branches.

Hume Dam, VIC

Fading light

2010-09-27T16:05:00.000-07:00

Through palm trees

through old eyes

through past time

the light fades,

sinking slowly

falling seaward

and finally dying.

Ballerina dreams

2010-09-25T09:04:00.000-07:00

Her dream came to life

and so she danced

with a nutcracker,

a huge army of rats,

and one handsome prince.

Under the Christmas tree

they took true beauty

and spun it in circles

breathing life into sleep

and love into dreams.

Outside the wind howled

so the tree branches shook

but by the fire was warm

when she fell to the floor

overwhelmed by it all.

Sparkles flooded in lights

as she watched it awaken

she opened her bright eyes

to see the last dance

and steal the last kiss.

The Nutcracker at Melbourne State Theatre

Afternoon tea

2010-09-23T09:02:00.000-07:00

It's Thursday afternoon

and we sit here sipping

pink champagne and tea

whilst nibbling dainty

sandwiches and teeny

tiny strawberry tarts,

pretending in our hearts

that we lived long ago.

The street

2010-09-22T06:41:00.000-07:00

Would one wonder

what its like to wander

down a street so filled with love?

Would one wonder

what it feels to wander

home along a lonesome road?

Would one ever wonder

at the sight of their true love

whether there was heart enough for all?

Blades

2010-09-21T05:46:00.000-07:00

Her lavender scented skin

was soft to the touch

though her slate eyes

were harsh behind

her fixed glare.

Between the tall dark blades

the sun filtered weakly

reaching out its heat

in a desperate attempt

to feel her emotion.

Going Back

2010-09-20T05:16:00.000-07:00

Shading the sun from my eyes

I take up my place on the train.

Riding south across flat planes

I head home far from the beach.

As the light passes by into night

I keep my new memories close.

Spreading my wings once again

I close my tired eyes to the world.

Dark night

2010-09-05T17:01:00.000-07:00

The light goes on burning

though the spark seems to have died.

There a moth flies in the dark

waiting for illumination to return.

Beating wings heavy with grief

invisible pain that tears at the heart.

The shadows are dim inside

and the wild wind is like a nightmare.

Singing with dank hollow breath

the moth keeps on fighting in this burnt night.

Polaroid

2010-09-02T07:07:00.000-07:00

the fashion world spins

on a well dressed axis

drinks wine from plastic

eats tiny red raspberries

revolves fast around gossip

in a sea of blackened chic

on concrete backgrounds

breathing with new music

and welcoming this new girl

this long legged pale princess

Polaroid by James Lachlan

http://marblehouseboys.tumblr.com/

Precious

2010-09-01T15:17:00.000-07:00

Love on a locket

swinging from a chain.

Silver circles dance

on a pale white wrist.

All the flowers sing

at the sound of your voice.

By words alone

2010-08-31T15:08:00.000-07:00

Again the rain

falls deep on

the wide street.

Wailing wind

encircles this

dark afternoon.

While the words

swim in ink

across my page.

As my sad mind

wanders through

the watery clouds.

Mere description

cannot describe

and nor can it hide.

I watch the rain

falling, crying

tears on this day.

Ode to Magnolia

2010-08-30T06:07:00.000-07:00

Ode to magnolia:

Oh how I adore thee,

and the spring that thy

symobolises. With whiteness

and brightness, a clear scent of

the future. Blooming whilst the air

remains cool to my skin and fresh in

my lungs. Oh dear magnolia. I sing to you

and your pure beauty turns my lips into smiles.

Image at magnolia-4-coloring-page.gif

Devilish

2010-08-29T05:48:00.000-07:00

The devil dances

like his life depends

upon it. Why ever not

do we not dance like he,

as though our very existence

depends upon our flight of foot?

Dancing with the Devil: The Windsors and Jimmy Donahue

by Christopher Wilson

Supper club

2010-08-24T16:07:00.000-07:00

"Fancy a crudité, mon cheri...?"

"Oui, merci beaucoup ma petite colombe."

Her Camberwell

2010-08-22T18:14:00.000-07:00

Her curls bounce

with exuberance.

Her pink scarf flies

like butterfly wings.

Her bag fills quickly

as she finds treasure.

Her blue eyes squint

in the morning sun.

Her purse reopens

as dollars are spent.

Her heart beats loud

at the sight of a dress.

Her cousin grins widely

as she discovers more.

Her curls are bouncing

with continued vitality.

Her hand is then a blinker

against further hunting.

Her tummy it rumbles

like a Flintstone car.

Her time here is over

as the market fills up.

Her bags are now full

with new things to wear.

Her feet then walk her

towards a cafe for brunch.

Her curls keep on bouncing

as the exuberance remains.

Washing day

2010-08-19T04:56:00.000-07:00

It was a Wednesday,

a washing day, though

the line lay empty in

the late afternoon sun.

You see, the washing

will wait, it always does.

flaming lips

2010-08-17T04:36:00.000-07:00

under covers

she breathes

recovers the

conscience of

her existence

feeling heart

beats in time

with the clock

realising that

the dream has

ended abruptly

without sense

she breathes

opens her lips

continues to live

Stepping out no.6

2010-08-16T00:21:00.000-07:00

Hail on the window

dies.

Sun through the glass

lives.

Shadows on brown bricks

fall.

Black and wild Australian birds

sing.

One week and a strangely ordinary day

begins.

A girl walks out the door into the world and

smiles.

roof tops

2010-08-14T19:31:00.000-07:00

she dances

over roof tops

past tall chimneys

and television ariels

prancing and pirouetting

over iron and tile, her feet

nimbly navigating the way up

away into the clouds, where there

shines the sun and the bright white angels

Tea time

2010-08-11T18:51:00.000-07:00

The Earl awakes me

with a floral scent

and a pale smile.

Monsieur Lemongrass

looks after the morning

with ginger and calm.

Peppermint sees me

through the afternoon

with fresh vitality.

The young japanese green

settles the evening into

a delicate and happy affair.

And Madame Chamomile

sends me off to bed at night

softly soothing me to sleep.

Let the sun shine in

2010-08-09T08:26:00.000-07:00

The daphne in the front garden of the house down the street drifts on the cool winter breeze and overwhelms my senses as I walk home to let the brightly shining sun dry my white, floral scented washing as I sit quietly, sipping french tea and dreaming of other people and places.

Denim story

2010-08-08T20:33:00.000-07:00

Blue denim, waiting for true love.

Living vicariously

2010-08-06T20:17:00.000-07:00

An Indian Adventure

of epic proportions

with love on her mind

and a soul to search

through the chaos

of a country filled

with religion, spirit

and millions of people.

I read as she navigates

a path of wild discovery,

a life of many contrasts

and unexpected events

with surprising results

and I hope that the stars

intend such a journey

for me, and my future.

Holy Cow: An Indian Adventure

by Sarah Macdonald

Florence + the Machine

2010-08-03T07:08:00.000-07:00

"Here I am

a rabbit-hearted girl

frozen in the headlights..."

This day

2010-08-02T18:54:00.000-07:00

Along the windswept pier we walked

watching boats coming and going across

the glinting harbour. The clouds began

to fly across the sky though the sun still

had the strength to light up the wavy water.

We ate ice creams and spoke of the future

bold plans and new ideas. I felt the breeze

grow colder off the ocean as we headed back

to land and toward the train station once again.

Back to the city I travelled, finishing my book as

the train rocked me through the suburbs. Rain now

hits the faded glass, diluting my view, confusing my

senses and sending a silver shiver down my spine.

* * *

At home in the evening all is calm. No wind, nor rain.

I find my party dress and linger at the window watching

as the clear sky fills with darkness and the night descends.

Appreciation

2010-07-31T00:37:00.000-07:00

Atop the white orchids

the sunlight dances

quietly and gently

caressing the petals

in the late afternoon

and reminding one

of the time of day

that is now and real

drifting past, every so

often being noticed

for what it really is.

The Stack

2010-07-28T16:11:00.000-07:00

Under the pages & millions

of words there must be

some sort of message...

Or, perhaps, it's all simply

frivolous & insubstantial.

A stack of glossy paper,

waiting to be read, reread

then thrown, discarded, away.

Starting

2010-07-26T13:07:00.000-07:00

A new week

begins

with a list

and a page

full of hope,

blank white

and waiting

for words

to come in

and fill her up.

Prize winner

2010-07-25T16:57:00.000-07:00

To whom he was not spoken of,

they shall see: and they that

have not heard shall understand.

ROMANS, XV, 21

A memory

2010-07-20T16:57:00.000-07:00

With the fact of the matter

being that they are not going -

they are gone. There is no one

here in my house as I dream

of parties, and of friends who

travel north. I can only smile

at memories that dance within

my mind and think of moments

that have been, and are now

gone.

One hundred and fifty

2010-07-18T05:16:00.000-07:00

It has reached that point,

where celebration is required,

a moment of triumph to recognise.

I want to go dancing,

to drink champagne into the night,

laughing with the stars in the cold black sky.

* * *

There comes a bird

flying on silver wings

but he deserts me, cooing.

Milk rain falls heavily

the clouds deliver a deluge

from which I cannot find shelter.

Loud music counts

roaring numbers in my head

slamming doors and shouting.

The dreams are vivid

and I awake exhausted

fretting over wild thoughts.

Celebration must wait

I have said goodbye again

and put my dancing shoes on the shelf.

Under my skin

2010-07-15T17:09:00.000-07:00

"I was born with skins too few.

Or they were scrubbed off me by...

robust and efficient hands."

Doris Lessing

this new inspiration of mine.

Farewell Friend

2010-07-12T00:35:00.000-07:00

The tea is hot

the cake sweet

breeze is cool

but the sunshine

it is warm today

as we sit sipping

and talking like

pretty birds

as people pass

slowly, or fast,

and we exchange

glances, words,

and literary gifts.

Circus OZ

2010-07-10T17:37:00.000-07:00

The big top

is wild and

alive with

bright heat

while outside

the wind blows

threatening

a dark storm.

A shop scene

2010-07-08T06:53:00.000-07:00

She sits with her book

at the desk, awaiting

customers whom she

will greet with a smile.

AWAKENING

2010-07-07T06:46:00.000-07:00

DREAMS

REMAIN

DEEP

THE

WINTERED

AIR

WHILE

THE

GREY

DOVES

COO

AND

THE

SUN

BEGINS

RISE

the afternoon

2010-07-02T18:22:00.000-07:00

baring gifts

she arrives

with a smile

for me

and her chatter

to fill the empty

space within

while the lined

bottles wait

for some sort

of attention

and love

to expose

their potential

The row

2010-06-29T16:36:00.000-07:00

Dresses lined up.

Light that falls flat.

Birds calling insults.

Waiting for a visitor.

Clouds move slowly.

Sitting in her bubble.

Days running on ahead.

Gossiping cold whispers.

Strawberry story

2010-06-28T00:41:00.000-07:00

He asks her to close her eyes

and put her hands out.

He has a gift for her.

She follows his instructions

tentatively, yet excited.

In her open palm he places

a single strawberry.

The first of the season.

All hers.

long lie

2010-06-26T11:00:00.000-07:00

outside the sky

is gloomy as

i spy it through

my window

and watch as

the dark clouds

swirl and twirl

across the pale

milky grey expanse

the other way

2010-06-23T07:37:00.000-07:00

remembering

through a fragrant haze

as the sunbeams start to fade

and the papery petals begin to fall

winter picnic

2010-06-22T15:37:00.000-07:00

there is sunshine in the kitchen

and a table laid for two with...

a cloth of purple fabric,

a bowl of red tomatoes

and one of strawberries

a bunch of fragrant lilies

a dish of dried up muscatels

a scoop of bright green pesto

some fresh garden salad leaves

a hunk of crusty french baguette

a slice of creamy Tasmanian blue

and one of tasty aged Dutch gouda

there are wine glasses for Pinot Gris

and tumblers for our plain old water

the sun continues shining in the window

as we continue eating, drinking, laughing...

on this most short and welcome winters day

B is for butterfly

2010-06-21T17:51:00.000-07:00

We were three butterflies

beautiful and bright

eating breakfast

bread and butter

and basking

in the brilliant

blue beams of light.

Celebrating Winter Solstice, Melbourne

Dreaming

2010-06-20T16:48:00.000-07:00

Take these shoulders

hold them tight

be my sunbeam

shine forever bright.

Ask me wild questions

tell me secret stories

lead me to your heart

where I shall never leave.

Be my only sunbeam

the light on my horizon

hold my hands and eyes

and show me all of life.

through the looking glass

2010-06-19T16:38:00.000-07:00

From the safety of the cubicle they step

and regard themselves within the glass

the mirrored reflections of themselves

adorned with new & unowned garments

turning this way, that way, looking intent

upon their own appearance staring back

trying to make a decision on purchasing

or not, depending on their first reaction

to that sight of their own body, themselves

through the big bright eyes of looking glass.