hobart hearts

1.  smalltown blues
    take hold of many, here,
    in the grey of winter
    they dream of escape

    talk of “getting out”
    as though
    this town were a box

    I stand on the beach,
    watch the southern ocean
    stretch out, endlessly
    before me

            the sky wheels overhead

2.  brothers & sisters come
    like birds,
    from far east, north, west,
    craving the air

    foreign hearts
    melt into the landscape,
    it takes on their flavours

            the clouds flow past

3.  with the sun, life
    all tastes imaginable
    and colours unimagined

    turn of the season,
    those sweetest of heart
    return home

    when hobart hearts are far away
    the southern ocean calls.

15 Jan. ’10 – Chado


0 Responses to “hobart hearts”

  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s


This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

Constructive critique is actively encouraged!

I am usually singing words as well as writing them, and make lots of other art. You can find me & my other art at any of the below links. x

Latest quick update…

Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.





All content on this blog © Rebecca Tilley, 2003-present

%d bloggers like this: