our home
is neat and cosy
contrasting
my internal chaos
and
your slowly boiling anxiety
there is no escape
into each other
for healing
instead
we swim
in our own heads
together
side by side
to create stories
for our children
to read
This used to be our secret place
Where the still water stirred by our rosy kisses
Frantic hands hidden in the bush laden inlet
Sacred kingfishers were jealous of our playfulness
Darting through the green and grey branches
Pied cormorants were watchful of the riverbank
The green and blue river rippled perfect reflection of their orbs
We sailed our little yacht along the stretched yellow mangrove
Left our sanctuary behind in the tangerine sunset
Painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia Weebly Instagram
The Living Poetry prompt – Sleep
When the wind blows
The trees grow old
My baby’s in a sleep
All my worries unfold
When the sun rises
The new day begins
My heart’s filled with hope
watching my baby grow
I don’t want to be awake
from a field of yearning tulips
under the indigo violet sky
I want to stay dreaming of
a future of you and me
in earnest paint brush strokes
and
waterfalls of poetry
A beautiful collection showcasing a collective of world-wide talents.
When I was reading it, it was like listening to a music box playing timeless tunes throughout time.
The different writing styles from various poets and poetesses kept me engaging and stimulating my senses.
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The recurring dream visited me again
I lie weak and still
in a white bleach bed
The IV drips in a limestone cave
dissociates from my vein
His magnetic reading voice
drifting in and out of my conscious
sometimes the news
sometimes poetry
sometimes from my favourite novel
The sun is warm and bright
My inside is just a set of dying organs
My eyes surrender to the light
I woke up in the middle of the night
It was raining outside
The reality hit me
He was so far away from me
Dying alone was no longer a dream.
click
flying into the cart
1 floral sundress
hmm sex on the kitchen bench
click
adding 1 to the cart
1 pair of thigh high boots
fuck me or fuck me not
click
one more to the cart
1 luxurious persian rug
bye bye carpet burns
click
there you go on your way
1 baby onesies
oops…
click, click, click, click
clear the cart
click “X”
that was therapeutical
An effortless collaboration with Ben, do check out his amazing poetry on Instagram Remedy Poems
My words are falling
over your collarbone
like loose strands
dipped in charcoal
bleeding through skin
The things you craved
but now regret
Home is a memory
distant and frostbitten
Abandoned
by turquoise hands
A poem written by 10 years old Ben L. for the children in Ronald McDonald House, Sydney, Australia.
Love is like rain
It falls onto the grass
Going pitter patter
Making it grow
Like God’s love for you
Have courage
Be brave
God is with you
to achieve all good things
Have no fear
God is here
Fight for us!
How? I am powerless.
Love is the most powerful thing. Isn’t it?
I love you. Isn’t it enough?
You love me is only 50% of power.
What?
You love you is the other 50%.
Flicker of Thoughts 