Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

Mr Wordsmith:

She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases, Or that was what she was told anyway, But also, he had to have a way with words, To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away, Reminisce over the good times, Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her, Gratefully receive more

Sunshine on a cloudy day:

I knew you before I read your words, I sensed your spirit and spoke with you, Before ever I saw your name, And there you were shining like a ray of sunshine, “Don’t get too carried away, though” I told myself, “Life is still life, after all,” This dark night of the soul has me more

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I get to the mornings,

And the poison leaks away from the black nights,

If I really loved myself,

I wouldn’t keep putting myself through this,

But there’s this hope

That what we have transcends all,

Does it?

I’m not sure my mirror will keep lying,

And so I wait . . .

girl mirrir

 

Internet Lovers III

He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂 So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond.   Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, more

Internet Lovers II:

It’s true,

Some of my dreams didn’t come true,

But then again, most of them did,

Every love seems better than the last,

And that’s because it is.

 

Had he been waiting,

For someone like me?

I’m a dime-a-dozen,

I can admit it, but him!

Even with his walls & his mess inside,

I am NOT REPELLED,

I’m still gazing from afar.

chair girl mona

 

 

More Snapshots of my life:

 

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The needlework that I saw at NGV almost made me wish I did that for a vocation instead of being a writer :)
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Just so much detail…

Don’t Fence Me In:

She couldn’t be owned,

Freedom was her only desire,

The men came and offered,

Themselves to her,

She dips her toe into the moon,

And then dives in;

The lunacy of her cycle is upon her,

She may want him now,

But she won’t in two weeks.

The roller coaster begins its ascent.

girl and cat

 

 

A Poetic Journey – Let us hurry to love people

It’s so lovely to go to a Poetry afternoon and have the entertainers recognise you and ask if you would like a photo for your blog. A Poetic Journey by Exit Theatre and John Wood 🙂
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