I loved you when I was unsure if you would love me back.
I loved you when my heart broke into pieces because you weren’t sure if you loved me back.
I loved you on our wedding day when you asked me not to settle for the second best.
I loved you when you couldn’t love yourself.
I loved you when you shut yourself from me.
I loved you when you accused me of saying those hurtful words which I didn’t say.
I loved you till I stopped loving myself.
I couldn’t love you when I lost myself.
I loved you when you set me free.
I loved you when you became an old friend, and you finally loved me too.
I loved you till the day you died.
You are the greatest tragedy of my life, and I love you still.
Category: Poetry and Prose
Reading – Finding Myself
I decided to do poetry reading of my favourite poems from Hidden in Childhood. Purchase click here.
Walkabout
Walkabout in your sanctuary
My way follows your lead
Emus, kangaroos and wallabys
You all share the land with me
A Kookaburra And Me
Your garden
I trespass
You size me up
I hold still
No eye contact
Let it be peace
between us
I only
stopping by
A View of The World
from Wendy’s Secret Garden
framed by an ancient fig tree
like a distant memory
of a holiday destination
we once visted
* Wendy’s Secret Garden info: https://www.wendyssecretgarden.org.au/wendys-story/
Alarm Clock
Living Poetry modified prompt words to suit the southern hemisphere – Autumn, Kookaburra, So
The laughing kookaburras
sitting on the blue gum
in the dark
at my backyard
calling forth the day early
so early
so eager
so loud
It’s only March
Autumn is barely here
The weather is still hot
I feel bothered
by their singing
over the green valley farm
They may wake up the farmer
who has long range
home made slingshots
There may be a chance
They will be silenced
Then there may be a chance
I’ll be late for work
If I no longer have them
to wake me at the wee hours
Childhood Summer
Summer was sizzling like hot plates
We rolled in the watermelon field
clothes dirty
playing hide and seek
The cicadas sang deafening tunes
high up in the willow trees
like a nagging mother
adding to the exhausting red
we wore on our cheeks
Our burned skin
craved for cool relief
from the gathering clouds
The thunder rolled in
like a disciplinary father
a bit scary but necessary
When the storm broke loose
we went dead quiet
and lay still next to the ripened melons
soaking up the wonder of summer
The Paradox
When I was a child
I dreamed about growing up fast
Now I do the grown up things
and miss being a child
When I was a little girl
I dreamed about Mr right
Now I am a wife
and miss searching for love
When I was young
I dreamed about starting a family
Now I am a mother
and miss being young and free
When I was unsure of myself
I dreamed about being confident and secure
Now I am matured
and miss the uncertainty of life
Reading – Witness
I decided to do poetry reading of my favourite poems from Hidden in Childhood. Purchase click here.
Paper Planes
We used to fold
yesterday’s news
into paper planes
and believed the past
would launch into new horizons
if we pressed all the lines
into perfection
All our hopes for tomorrow
would be our reality
until we realized after all
they were once
a vat of pulp
and when the rain came
those planes would wilt
into a mess
our laughter would soon
turn into sour tears
Maybe
that’s why
I didn’t want to
grow up
Flicker of Thoughts 