The Sea

September 12, 2019

The Sea

Yesterday, I swam
With the sea
And it took me
While the beach was empty

That is what comes
When you’re told
The singing in your heart
Can go no further
And there will always be someone better
And here the wave comes

Yesterday, I swam with the sea
And it took me
The beach was empty
The solitude corrected me
Loosening my muscles in the silent undertow
I didn’t know it
Until I was gone

Yesterday, I swam

Words by Tylea Copyright 2019

Some One

September 11, 2019

Some One

I miss the cigarette skating
About the corner of his mouth
He was the one I least expected
To offer me flowers

When I was young
And underweight
That was how
My humour was made

I assumed to never need the frames
All the while reviewing the words
Which are now obscure in all that has elapsed

Did you know someone?
Did you know someone?
He was someone to know

So I concede to myself
That having a belief in no one
Is like believing
That mourning will never return

Will the crying ever be done?
There will always be grieving
And he will always be someone

Did you know someone?
Did you know someone?
He was someone to know

Words and Music by Tylea Copyright 2016

Barn Owls

August 31, 2019

Barn Owls

White clouds shuffling
The pointed branches of the snow gums outreaching
Like bony, arthritic fingers
Knuckles hollow and swollen
Kneading at the copper sky

In the grimace of twilight
The thought started like a fire fly
Lighting up the dark
Sticking the glint right to my eyes
Departing whites of my knuckles
I could not see my hands

As the moon rose forlorn
Barn owls howled a darkened warning

Forgiveness
No Forgiveness
Forgiveness

In the twilight a fire lay smouldering
Growling and hissing
Re-birthing and fanning
The smoke rising into black
Mangled hands from broken glass
Shattered cracks through firing ash

As the moon rose forlorn
Barn owls howled a darkened warning

Forgiveness
No Forgiveness
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
No Forgiveness
Forgiveness

The sound of her shoes dragged and pushed the chalky gravel
She heaved around remembrance

As if it was needed

As the moon rose forlorn
Barn owls howled a darkened warning

No Forgiveness

Words by Tylea Copyright 2017

Applewood

August 30, 2019

I look back from the gate
A crow steals my breath
I stare at the beauty
For as long as I can take it

This is the day
Meant for goodbyes
Goodbye to our dreams
In the house that we shared
For all

Every wall of tongue and groove
Every corner
Every flower
Every bird
Before every storm
Every song that we have ever been shown
Now flown

This is the day
That we say goodbye
To the ironbark’s wrinkles
And the tallow wood

This is the day
We close the doors

A stranger arrives
With a bouquet of steroid geraniums
Propped up with fluorescent pipe cleaners
These are for our successors
She isn’t yours, just yet

All the notes from the kitchen
The speaking of the floorboards
Are still ours

It is time
To try something new
And leave this open country

All I want is openness, like anyone

A place to write
A place to be
A place surrounded by the swells of honeysuckle gums giving in to the breeze
The sound of the wind
Whipping clean clothes to a “crack”
The hissing and skipping of brown snakes
And echidnas bothered by a casio in the dark.

Today is the day

I hand the keys to a woman
With a country smoker’s smile

I wail in the car to the radio
Along the road back

Until I learn
A terrorist attack is as easy as 1, 2 , 3
When Tony Abbott announces

“All you need is
A knife, an iPhone and a victim”
And this shakes me off the spectrum
“Yes, I am back Brisbane”

Words and illustration Tylea Copyright 2016