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All the best people are
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Category Archives: Women
Mary contrary
How does your garden grow?
Good bye
Bye is never good
When it is the last
Sacred geometry
Upon waking I realise
I am not ready for
The way the world
Presses in on me
From all sides
Until I spy
The spiral motion
Of living things
All around
I feel safe
At home
Taking my shell
Of security
Everywhere
With me
Curl once more
Adding up the numbers
Wins multiply behind me
Cast myself off
From the shore merrily
To begin another adventure
Between the tides
More than
Every woman deserves
More than a sonnet
A statue
Warmth of gentle hand
Kind words repeated
Especially in the heart
Of the storm
More than beauty worship
But limbs of dignity
Pride and passion
Are fostered
More than 'your woman'
To cherish or ignore
Wit and intelligence
Not enough or too much
For yours?
Draw back velvet curtain
More than body -
Heart and soul
New calling
Generations carved from
Giant's causeway
Lava flow of war
Igneous rock hardens
Into a pathway across
Vast waters separated by
Continental drift
Forming political shores
Generations have traversed
To find a new life by boat
Now, since my birth
Family lines divided
By technology
Sounds beeps and static
Gave way new intelligence
New lightning fast
Ways of doing
Meanwhile, just being
For those who can recall
The differing bird calls
Sounds peeps and trills
Calling us out into
The vast wide world
To become new again
Horizon
Some days it feels
Pain will never leave
Keep your eyes on horizon
Or where it should be
Farewell again, friend?
Light, dark, light again*
Crossing over
There is a natural state
Of justice in this world
Be it chance or fate
Or mere accident
I take my courage to say
Love is everywhere
Yet rare and precious too
A short glimpse of it
Builds bridges over ravines
Calms storms within
Eases rivers of tears
Glory days
An island haven
Cut off world's worry
For few short months
I had you at arm's length
You had me at yes
Borders came down
Walls came up
Draw a long bow
To wish upon
A future us
I'd have climbed mountains
To know, to hold
If at all
But once...
Keepsake
Of all the treasures
I've ever seen
Wisdom, beauty, truth
Redeemed
Finest gifts
Rarest traits
Trust is bound
Longing waits
The seashells of Tasmania: a comprehensive guide by Simon Grove. 2nd ed. 2019.
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