Being misunderstood on a specific matter
I have the courage to explain
Being accused of bearing ill intentions
I have no need to engage
Believing lies is a choice you made
Believing us is a mistake I made
Early Autumn Flood
It's the prelabour
of something precious
and beautiful
The gushing wind uproots
young trees
Mother earth is wailing
for her final push
In one second
of absolute silence
born a new babe
with amber hair
blonde eyelashes
and hazel orbs
The prophecy is fulfilled
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
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
Flicker of Thoughts 