Almost 58,000 families and individuals are waiting for affordable housing in New South Wales, Australia.
They are sleeping in their cars, in their family or friends’ couches or garages, in tents in parks, in cardboard boxes on park benches.
How many vacant properties are there?
How many spare rooms are in our homes?
Living Poetry prompt – Useless
I don’t ever want you feel sad
But wishful thinking is useless
I don’t even know if you are ok
Now I am no longer in your life
Grass, sky and sand
Are my favourite colours
Wherever I am
Freshly cut grass
Rain washed sky
Sunlit sand
They remind me of home
Far away
But closer than my skin
Violet comforts me with her sympathetic hand
Indigo sinks me into an ocean of sadness
Blue gives me freedoom to rise above
Green guides me towards hope
Yellow brightens evey cell in me
Orange infuses me with ecstatic happiness
Red captivates me with excitement
The bashing storm in my head
The accusing finger at my temples
The wisdom of knowing their falsehood
Getting out of bed is a struggle
Facing a new day with a smile is a struggle
Fighting for my identity is a real battle
I am not a disappointment
I am not a half way wonder
I am fiercely and freely living
I remember
You said
We would argue in poetry
The same way
We would show love in poems
All these years
I keep writing
Because
I haven’t stopped
Loving you
Yesterday was the hottest day in summer
Like a lover fighting for their relationship
Refusing to breakup
Today is the first day of autumn
Inevitably, unapologetically
Leaving behind the passionate, hot and steamy season
What does he look like
When will I see him
Where will we meet
How am I gonna react
Why hasn’t he shown up
What if the he is just an illusion
This is written based on The Living Poetry word prompt – Questions.
I spend every spare moment
In the warm days
by the ocean
Convince my heart
To stop waiting for you
To read me poetry
By the fireplace
It was your birthday yesterday
We would have popped a bottle of bubbly
To toast to your ageless beauty
And our friendship
I would have gifted you a big bunch of sunflowers
We would have laughed the infectious laughter
And giggled to some lame jokes
Or neither of us remembered the punch line
I miss you
And the days I’ll never have
With you
In my life
Flicker of Thoughts 