No matter how
Hemmed in
We might feel
There is always
A way
To shine
Bursting through
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Category Archives: Love letters
Green eyes
Seeing green
Is necessary
For healthy mind
Forest bathing
Sublime
Wandering through
Hapless lives
How many times
Listening in
Expecting
Indifference
Disinterest
Instead
Twist of pain
Sharp sides
Insecurities denied
How I longed
To rest alongside
Ever wondering
Are they happier
Without me?
So many unknowns
Least of all
Knowing eyes
Green or blue?
Depending
Whether
Looking
At you
Peer review
Ill considered
Vague objective
Poor reasoning
Loose perspective
Tardy data
Findings undone
Trumped when one's own
Heart is won
On the wind
Surrounding me
at table
While they make
a cup of tea
Feet dance down
The valley
To observe swell
Of spring
Pause and ponder
Habitat
Wonder gaping
Tiny things
Glorious enormity
Companion
On the wind
Living treasures
We say farewell
With a gift
Not many receive
A living thing
To tend and care
Responsibility
To remember lives
We cannot share
The special two
The special two
Who walk idly
Along the beach
In their imagination
Smiling at passersby
Holding hands
Greeting fellow
Furry four-leg friends
A woman's worth
Measured in beats
Of our hearts
Glad to be alive
She spies her love
Like a sweet secret
A jar of pear drops
Hidden entreat
Seeking waterfalls
Watching them spill
Away to sea
Feelings cascade
Endlessly
Crimson kiss
Would I be amiss
To ask you
As the rain
Washes through
Opening again
Until the summer
Scorches us
We hide away
Missing crimson
Pea flower
At Christmas
The one who mistook
Their wife for a hat
A child for a cat
A lover for a bat
A friend for a mat
Sensibilities
Surrounded by
Seratonin
Someday fades
Why not instead
See streets of gold
Homes of gingerbread
Chocolate rivers
Smooth sailing comes
When you find your crew
Will you take me
As I am?
*The Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, a book by Oliver Sacks.
While my guitar gently weeps
Bar chords
Black vans
On the wall
Mind haze
Heady brew
Dreaming rewind
Red room
None of her kind
Four pictures
Rotated daily
Every living thing
Holds her power
Over me
A way with words
No matter how well
They're put together
Words have a way
Of leading astray
Down rabbit holes
Up Toad's willows
In dark with mole
Long on the nose
On the run again
Like Banksia men
Up and out
Flying elephant spout
High as a kite
With a bosom friend
Try as we might
Gone round river bend
We offer our cheers
To a friend big ears
Lift off in the sky
On a lemonade high
Still to return
From doldrums we yearn
Come dally with me
Round the giving tree
Brave is the one
With words so few
But ears and arms
To live stories
With you
By Emma Haynes and Lilian James
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