This morning I was cleaning up instead After my well fed children While they rest their weary head I didn't cook dinner this evening It was the children's turn They argued over whether to have Snitzel, sausage or lamb I didn't make the carnival Athletics, swim, cross country I had to work that day That week, all year and couldn't come I couldn't take a holiday My leave was all used up From tending to the snotty noses, headaches, wheeze and coughs. But every day is fun around here, we laugh and listen and care But lay a word of criticism to the mothers out there.. Do you dare?
A place holder Lorem ipso facto How long can arms Hold open, waiting? Empty until the sight Of them fills With envy & loss That is not who we are We are love uncontained By modern predilection My love, an apparition Residing somewhere In the sun While I hide Under the waves Waiting for the unknown Write my way out of - Inhabit this space
Bee clinging to willing Herebores with violets watching on.
Blue gum trees Nestled sheltered From cool breeze Sun trap soaks Into our leaves Crown shy why We never sieze A moment to touch Though underneath Far from birds eye Roots like tentacles Happily entwine
Silvery blue sheen A veil covering Wild creatures deep Rising to shallows Flash past my feet Ray of speckled flight Effortless grace Takes my heart skipping Into the waves Arise completely changed
Bobbing on the verge Southern Ocean Paddling along the cusp Apex breeding grounds Rise and fall tide surge Rocks inner core Evading the inevitable Return to reality The sea calls to me Like a lover every Sleepy morn
Quiet Corner, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island, Tasmania
Modern self love platitudes How could it help her? Bound by an image and reflection Unable to take in her own Tend it, the shape of her For another more worthy Of her beauty within Only his own face In the mirror While hers wastes away A prison of smoking mirrors Illusions never fade So why pine away? Every weekend, unobtainable Wondering will they see My light before it's out Leaving only a remnant A voice on a page
Count the stars of heaven 