Ocean Spring

A Collaboration of Cassa and Lucy

dark clouds gather overheadĀ as the rolling thunder
sets my soul on fire

lightning brings about the sparkĀ 
I longed to ignite our flameĀ 

overflowing in the depths of my tempestuous heartĀ 
my inner sense of desire
yearning for the calm waves to wash over meĀ 

ever so gentle rhythmic in unison with my heart beat
the lull of your breathing brings aboutĀ 
a peaceful and serene plateau of joyous abandonmentĀ 

your voice, so quiet and sublime
echos in the distance far from silent ears
nothing measures up to the peace you grant me
the gentle trickle spring you let inĀ 
in painstaking patience
nourishes my weathered heart

unbeknown to you
the frozen particles in my being thaw in your presence
you are the heart and soul of my universeĀ 
your spring overflows my cupĀ 

Overambitious Love

A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman https://benjamin-grossman.com

Her emerald beauty circled his upright being
She stretched her sublime allure to capture the snow
He felt the weight in totality
It exceeded what he could possibly endure

Most days there was a smokey haze between them
And this fog formed uneven walls
With tiny openings just wide enough
To let toxic fumes leak through

In desperation,
she let out her slow poison
He turned himself inside out to survive
But was never the same man as before
Nor she the same woman

They had interwoven
like a tree wrapped in vines
They wanted to thrive under any conditions
Thatā€™s what all lovers long to do
Tragically they couldnā€™t harness the moonlight
Nor grow within the embers of dying flames

50 Shades of Darkness

A collaboration with Instagram Poetess @twinksfly
Do check out her work, amazing talent!

The fossil site was burnt to charcoal long ago
The remain of tar grease smells leathery
Sable branches drape off the ebony
The jet black raven croaks at the inky cloud
Furry spiders find their way into the midnight hollow

Standing tall amongst the ashes – of the dense foliage
That once breathe life, I stare at the smoldering ruin
With ebony flush under solar flashes, from winds that blew hard
The charred skeleton of a home, by standing, barbequing beams’ brewing

The warm evenings where crickets hovered, as the sun set
The ironbark veranda, where the kids giggled, has become a fret
Bush by bush, the fire swept, up to the garden fence
Up to the now charcoal front door, in her embrace I cense

The scent which bloomed through the air from roses red
When the delicate petals danced gaily soaking garden with vibrant colors
Now a tombless tombstone festooned by the wreath of flesh red
Lay witness with a heavy aroma of death of the dreadful summer

And my gaze walks through the charred husk that once was a car
As I remember the loud inferno, overwhelming senses, from afar
Wondering where was a freight train running at this hour
Knowing even if it was by the lake’s edge, it would become char

Every morning, with sun’s first ray, I look at the calves playing on the rubble and say
As the flaring tragedies trail throttles the screams frail
I stand still, a mute spectator of the worst-case scenario of when forecasts fail
It’s going to come again, the skies are still gray, are you counting the day

Furry spiders find their way into the midnight hollow
As the jet black raven croaks at the inky cloud
And sable branches drape off the ebony
While the remains of tar grease smell leathery
This fossil site was burnt to charcoal long ago

Childhood

I remember those fun beach afternoons
We bathed in the gossamer autumn sun
Daddy’s shoulders were the mountains we climbed
Mummy’s arms were the swing we clung to
The secluded Clovelly echoed the wonderful childhood
which we locked away in our fond memory

Painting by Virginia Bucknell

you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via:Ā Art Lovers Australia Ā WeeblyĀ  Ā Instagram

Rush

looking out the train window
I feel the same rush of time and space
wheaten open plains move like weeping willows in the wind
lines of oil rich Eucalyptus trees casting elongated shadows on the land
the blue haze mountain backdrop vanishes into the distant clouds
they charge all at once to meet my eyes
too overwhelmed to take them in frame by frame
I feel the sudden nostalgia of old black and white flicks

 

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Painting by Virginia Bucknell

you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

Surviving and Thriving

it is the rest period of the day without noisy food fight
the tide takes away young crabs and small fish
the gulls know of their faithful return tomorrow
one sings, another cruises, and the other grooms,
so relaxing and carefree
they are satisfied with todayā€™s offering
thriving in a densely packed colony

 

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Painting by Virginia Bucknell

you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

 

Choice

tread upon unknown ground
where thorn never grows
and the thistle never springs up
my instinct tells me
to follow the guiding light
narrow is the way to paradise

Painting by Virginia Bucknell

you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

City Vibe

the city never sleeps
last night’s vibrancy
lingers around the morning twilight
flows into a new day’s excitement

Painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

Waratah

This poem is based on the Dreamtime Story of the Waratah

you were once white and wild
until the hawk attacked the wonga pigeon
the weak one bled on your pure form
you took on the violent crimson
guarded by razored leaves and long sword stem
today
you are a domestic icon
well known in every household

painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginiaā€™s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

Journey

together
we grew from riding wooden horses to raising a family
we loved and nurtured our children to be their own unique person

here we are back to where we started
at our old age, being side by side
nature generously rewards us for our tireless giving
the sunset sky radiates pink and yellow on our grey hairlines

you look at me, I look at you
in sincerity, in serenity
our journey ends peacefully
at this moment in time

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painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginiaā€™s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram