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Cold steel frames glass canyons wet with rain
Concrete and plaster, curtains and carpet
LED lamps make cones of golden light
An oasis in the urban jungle

Surviving is not living as you should
Experience everything leave nothing
No stone unturned or crevice unexplored
People seen as fellow adventurers

Chance meetings destined to be pivot points
Synchronicity of shared compulsion
Advancing intellectual ideas
Bright spots of energy coalescing

Grey clouds are a sign of impending rain
Though Melbourne has 4 seasons in a day
Artistic expressions explored in paint
Echoes talent left for us to enjoy

Tall seats raggedly line worn counter tops
Tired staff complete their morning routine
Nicotine and caffeine the drugs of choice
Life’s pleasures lost in daily drudgery

Stark reminders we should always enjoy
Conversations as connected beings
Not distracted by physical actions
Just two souls briefly engaged in knowing

Poem written by Timothy Miller 26 November 2023 (c)

Cold predawn light filtered through gumtree leaves
Rocky shoreline interrupting marching
Inexorable lines of crashing waves
Muted birdsong heralding a new day

Eyes straining extracting details from gloom
Watercolour scene reminiscent of
Billabongs surrounded by smoky fires
Damper cooking alongside Billy tea

Digital technology has no place
Unrelenting forces of wind and waves
A millennia of repetition
Civilization made a mockery

How many humans have stood and listened
Footprints just temporary impressions
While capturing visual moments of time
Diversity of shared recollections

Do experiences create the scene
Or does the scene script the experience
Oral traditions of past memories
Tiny shards of shattered recollections

Rocky outcrops hold distant memories
Beyond transient homo sapiens
Brief excursions amongst ancient beings
Force perspective of our place in this world

Giant ghost gums add their rustling whispers
Foliage doomed in an endless cycle
Sprouting and blossoming only to fall
Trod underfoot and remembered no more

Will the memories of my lifetime here
People and places and things I hold dear
Matter one whit in six months or a year
Does anyone notice or even care

Of what import are words of love and care
The universe makes it brutally clear
Two souls intertwined whose pathways are shared
Does true love exist to just disappear

Are rocks and trees cognizant of humans
Meandering briefly through their landscape
Ignoring their longevity as we
Crash like waves that are remembered no more

Cosmic repercussions of two lovers
Declaring thoughts aloud into the air
Waveforms of sound now historically there
Imbued into the weave of time and space

Aeons of history pivot on this
Singular expression breathed into life
Daring the universe to object to
The daring impertinence that is l

Two souls tread lightly through ancient forests
Dance over pebbled shores glistening with
Transient foam blissfully unaware
Their actions have altered reality

Poem written 19 November 2023 by Tim Miller

Unremarkable white SUV
Sneaking quietly
Through the countryside
The Squire of Affinity
Tiptoeing gently
Through the weave of reality

Went through the hard times together
28 years I’ve known ya
Roh you are never gonna be forgotten
Cos I love you mate
And you live in my heart forever and
It stinks
Cos I won’t get to hear your voice again
And that sucks
To think about this is an emotion
Raw and wide open
I don’t know what this feeling is
And it sucks
I hold all my memories of times with you dear
I’ll treasure your grin and laugh
Your endless giving of support
Your generosity of spirit
Waves of sadness are rolling off me
Grief for your loved ones
Grief for the world’s loss
Grief – what an emotion
It sucks
Pause
Remember
Spark
Memories comes to me
Snippets of video igniting afresh in my brain
Moments I’ve stored for healing in this time
Shared experiences, rallies, photos, cars, models, tech, family, hospitals, floods, the list goes on
I’m getting emotional
This side of the brain is deeply delving
Remembering
Savouring
Grieving
Laughing
Joy
Your spirit lives on

Written on the news of Rohan hills Passing
1 May 2023
© Timothy Miller