Living Poetry prompt – Practical
She is dreaming up
all the grand qualities
in a man
He gives her an adorable smile
kisses her like a devil
passionately makes love to her
like there is no tomorrow
She pants and moans
thinks about their likely
possible future together
He looks at her with his puppy eyes
lays with her over and over
he says to her
I am labouring to give you a child
for our future
My Queen!
Roses are blue
Violets are black
Rock and roll is dead
The world has gone mad
I am blogging to stay sane
Darkness makes
the subdue glow more alive
the quietness sing softly
the tiredness rejuvenate
She
drapes stars to shine light upon the cold sad moon
The stars lend dreams to the hopeless soul
The moon inspires the watcher to fashion beauty
I missed your birthday this year
It slipped my mind
It was that simple
You are no longer my priority
in many ways
Missing your birthday
is a fraction of
the final letting go
She
Smiles
Semi teases
Some year some day
Still she will wait here
Shall I quit searching for love
Photographed by Joe Femia
In darkness, I long for the light
In chaos, I long for the peace
In despair, I long for the angel’s wings
Photographed by David Mane
In Septembers
we celebrated our union
we grieved our loss
we broke our covenant
September
such significance
It was all too overwhelming
for a Spring
of self discovery
Goodbye my love
I leave for no greener pasture
Keep my frozen gaze under lock and key
Photographed by Joe Femia
She is much sadder than you ever think.
Her world fades so far away from your reality.
She hides deeper within to keep your world in a constant warm glow.
Photographed by Joe Femia
Dreamtime
in the land of the dry cracked desert
Sky Father gave honey ants for hunger
Women’s strong hands
dug deep into the red soil
met with abundance of bush tucker
Their delicate fingers
harvested the honey sac
gathered them on their coolamons
then gently
freed them to collect more honey
Such cycle of life
a gift from creator God
“Honey ants are a sweet bush food for the aboriginal people. When hunting for honey ants care is taken not to kill or hurt them (or not get bitten either!) so that they can go on and collect more honey. The sac on the back of the honey ant is pure natural honey. “
Aboriginal Painting by April Campbell, Ti Tree Anmatyerre
Flicker of Thoughts 