Sixty-three summers have shone their light, How many more, Their fleeting memory will hold, How many more, warm summer breezes , Will I...

Green is the new gold, Whose perfume captures our senses And awakens us to new way of smelling the roses, To new ways of opening our...

Green grey, green red flowering gum. Blue wonder our home planet. Astronauts become poets and seers Awe struck by your beauty, they drink...

‘Portrait of Mona Lisa del Giocondo’ (between 1503 and 1506) by Leonardo da Vinci. Oil on poplar wood. Photo by Eric TERRADE on Unsplash...

The Toilet of Venus (‘The Rokeby Venus’) 1644 by Diego Velázquez. National Gallery, London. Source Wikimedia Commons Learning to read...

Love finds a way to enter the world, Like a bird on the wing piercing the air, Soaring to great heights beyond skies, Eventually...

Judgement of Paris ( between 1632 and 1635 ) By Peter Paul Rubens. Oil on oak wood. National Gallery, London. Image source Wikimedia...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch. Oil, tempera and pastel on cardboard. 73.5 x 91cm. National Gallery in Oslo, Norway. Image source...

Slow down, have a seat, and stay away from the information plaques. of the first and best lessons I was ever given was from my art...

How did Monet go from one to the other? https://linktr.ee/cpjones On the Bank of the Seine, Bennecourt (1868) by Claude Monet. Oil on...

I wandered in search, of what makes me human, Down to the creek bed, along the corridors of the library, made eons before words and...

Silver Ball, Sparkling illuminant Light my black heart, with songs so nascent, Sing me a song, of ancient ocean tides, rising and falling...

It says on the Gate ‘Three Goat Farm’ Your pretty little heads, dark brown and black nod gently at farmer Jo. Your beards dangling under...

Melt the mind and enchant the heart These two no longer set apart, To seek the lotus of the light, Is to seek the day but find the night,...

My tent billows and tugs, like a boat on an anchor rope. The great easterly springs to life. cooling the scorched earth. Tiny beads of...

My Poem Speaks, When I taste the yoke of my soul. The quest to taste the yoke and grasp the poetry, Here in W.A, north of Perth, As far...

Last night I took a journey, across the moon, Guided by a periwinkle star, I mapped it as we went, through massive caverns, on the Milky...

Drums beat, Heart beat, The dark moon Hangs overhead. The Wind blows. The palm tree sways on the beaches edge. My mountain island protect...

Amid the starlight the moon is waning. Moon too bright and sensual captivates my being, Dance me through the starry sky, play me a tune...

The harlequin, court jester, the trickster, You are a humorous treasure. The secret and the meaning you hold. You are the crossing, the...