If I pour my heart
Out to you
Is it too heavy?
You see, I need
A good strong woman
A big heart
For if she wishes
To pour out too
I have grown strong
From holding on
For so long.
The wait of it
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Category Archives: Poetry Blog
Things people say
Sydney Mardi Gras
High tide
The tide is high
But I'm holding on...
Let it in
Let compassion
Soak in
Like water
Through sand
Burst
Forces of deep
All it keeps
Eventually
Rises up
You.had.me
Forgive me for being
Curious, open, willing
Honest as they come
Naivety swills within
Rambunctious stories
Jig me in with
Hands that have held
Wild things
Champion blend in surrounds
All the ink I spilled
When wild stories hurt to hold in
The promise of getting old
One day with you
When you had me
At octopus
All the ways
We stop. Start.
Unparalleled universes
Yet familiar
Silence descends
Music elevates
Ups and downs
We cannot account for
Mysterious darkness
Truth of light reveals
Eyes are windows
Blinds closed
Cradle to grave
Only eternal sea knows
In my own skin
Layers as filo pastry
Deliciously warmed
Under the same sun
Peel away while sleeping
New versions of ourselves
Quietly revealing
Still the same old, same old
Heaving, breathing
Precious burst illuminating
Memories slink across my face
In diamond cut wrinkles
Glitter all over the place
Brave
Damage is never done
Healing is evolving
Heart not on a sleeve
Living and growing
Tough not stuff of nails
Craftsman appealing
Jars of clar both
Fragile and strong
Lasting ancient art
So too, are you
Brave enough to know
Worth in more than gold
Tender opening
Once laid bare
Gentle fronds
Wave in the air
Alluring to birds
Bees and minibeasts
Time is short
To share delights
Breathe in
Heady scents
Of summer
Count the stars of heaven 