Flicker of Thoughts (Reblog)

Tara from Raw Earth Ink created this piece based on the name of my blog. It took me to a scene deep into a story I so wanted to read more…

“in a way, it was savage
the way you held my hand
a little too tight
a little too firm
nails biting into
the back of my hand

in a quiet corner of my mind
there stood a tiny thing
just a flicker of thought
in the recesses, shadowed
shrouded in doubt
yet true nonetheless

and I knew, I really knew
there was no mystery
I’d read the signs
you stood a little too close
breath heavy, hot on my neck
I swayed but stood my ground

every movement you made
a veil lifting behind my rapidly
blinking eyelids
memories marching forth
revealing all your true intentions
every phrase holding hidden meaning

and the flickering thought brightens
the idea, a plan, formulating
I will break these shackles
one
by
one
the weight, the savagery will lift
your influence will, like reins, loosen
I will see my freedom

if only I feed the courageous flame

tara caribou | ©2021

Another in my series of using blogger site titles or tagline as a writing prompt. The poem has no relation to the blog or blogger other than using their title (in this case, “Flicker of Thoughts” from Cassa Bassa) as a prompt. I hope you enjoy!”

Harmony Day

He stood up in front of a crowd shaking and sharing his story.

” I once lived in a beautiful country, worked as a jeweller to raise my little family. Then the civil war broke out, I was persecuted because of my religion. In the end I had to fleet the war zone I once loved as my motherland and home, with my wife and two young children.

We were exhausted and with absolutely nothing when we arrived in Sydney airport. We were greeted and embraced by two born and bred Aussies. We were given a home with all amenities close by. My children went to school one week after we settled in. They were welcomed and loved by their school community. We befriended the Vietnamese, Laos and Assyrians neighbours.

I am working in a warehouse now. Yes, I see racial discrimination at my workplace, in shops and out in the public. But I always remind myself and my family that what matters is the day we came stricken, Australia welcomed us with open arms as their own. And that is why I call Australia home.”

What a beautiful speech on “What does Harmony Day mean to you?”.

Rain from My Office Window

The street dresses in grey on grey urban style
To hide her tireness,
she puts on a silver mesh veil
oscillating between the traffic chaos
and the office chatter

#cassaquote – 34

Peace comes when we scan our heart
and there is no evil proceeds from it.

Cat & Dog Love

When we are apart,
we are missing home.
When we are together,
we are being ourselves.

Blenheim Bouquet

This poem is inspired by Jay Bleu the Fragrance Writer blog

Blenheim Bouquet by Penhaligon is a unisex perfume first launched in 1902.

She carries a fresh and enegertic presence

On a horse back
she drives the wooden ball vigorously
between the goal posts

She is among the dashing ones
smoking tabacco pipes
and drinking Diamond Jubilee whiskey
while remain a hint
of igniting sensuality

#Publication – Creation and the Cosmos

Creation and The Cosmos, published by Raw Earth Ink

Survivor

Hug a tree

There is skin
rougher than your busy hands
There is beauty
rounder than your waist line
There is life
standing tall and self-sustaining
There is a underground network
empowering you to escape

Hug a tree

Let it remind you
you life is far from ruined
It begins 
when you realise
how strong
and 
how beautiful
you are

Hug a tree
and
break free

Perfectly Perfect Parallel

The rain falls on the petals,
unable to refrain.
Her softness and fragile charm
carry his outburst of emotions.
The pink plush contains all
he pours out
from the lack of recognition
and the fear of being unloved.

There is always such beauty
in their encounter,
almost like a
perfectly perfect parallel.
There is a sense of safety.
She catches him before he falls.
In return,
the rain’s uncaring always accepts
the petal’s exhilarating bloom
and tarnishing lows.

Soil

I love you
a pure earthy form
When I came into contact with you
my body was purified
my mind was transformed
my soul swelled
and I took root