Tuesday, 15 June 2021

Seasons

 

We have been through some dark, cold winters

Filled with tragic loss, so painful and bitter

Where time is frozen in frost and filled with infinite fog

Times of drought and empty bank accounts

 

The season has changed

 

Spring has brought new beginnings, with rain and life-giving sunshine

New toys; fruit of the vine

The daffodils are blooming, summer holidays are looming

The sunshine and warmth feels endless

Bursting with hope of a future filled with happiness

The milk vat is full and the cell count is low

The grass is growing, the creek is flowing and the cod are biting

 

The season has changed

 

The sheep are being shorn

A new ring is being worn

No time to be forlorn

The dark days are long gone

 

The hot, dry summer is eminent

Reminding us, the good times may not be permanent

So we sow seeds of hope, as another chapter closes

We never know when winter may strike again with its frosty finger

We harvest the joy of this season of spring

Cherish the fruit it brings

The season is bound to change

Like the setting of the sun each day

May this spring last longer, make us stronger

To sustain us through the next exciting chapter

Bring us warmth during our next wild winter

 

The season has changed

 

Fortunately, we remember to surrender

To new seasons, new reasons to rejoice

The seasons of life have a cycle

We have little control or choice

Embrace what we have, the gifts we had

Remembering in the good times and bad

Simply to surrender

 Fortunately, we always endure or enjoy together


Birth of the Mother


 

Blooming Madness


 

Sea Serenity


 

Monday, 7 June 2021

Warrior of the Bush

 


Warrior of the Bush

 

The gum tree

a tapestry

bold, strong

patient

shedding skin

dead branches fall

transformation

letting go of what is no longer needed

 

Warrior of the elements

leaves grow, dry

drop

continuous cycle

drought and floods

scarred by bushfires

marred by time


The old gum tree

relentless, resilient

wise

standing tall

 

The warrior of the bush

a home, shelter

refuge

 

The gum tree

a beautiful creation

 

The old gum tree

the warrior of the bush


Monday, 10 May 2021

Forever

 


 

I remember it all

The tears

The tantrums, it all

Mostly the love and passion

A world away

Like a dream

Just memories

A web of pain

Drives me insane

Fill my brain

With knots

Of love lost

 

I remember it all

Your lips

The look, you gave me, from across the room

When I came home

Love in your eyes

Waiting for you, all night

Waiting for the clang of the bike

The old rusty gate

 

I remember it all

The first night

Look across the room

Our last kiss

The night you told me, you loved me

As we made love

 

I remember it all

Knocking on the door

Walking in the gate at a party

Falling into your lap

The clang of the bike

The old rusty gate

 

I’m scared I will forget

Scared that is all I get

 

Would trade it all

For one more

Summer day, basking in the sun

Immersed in your love

 

Miss your voice and your laugh

Miss our nicknames

Loved you that much

Drove me insane

 

Give it up

Throw it all away

Just for one more day

 

Riding on the bus

Skipping school adventures

Just the two of us

Living each day as our last

All a distant past

 

I remember it all

Your last breathe

The heart breaking pain

The screams of lonely nights

Excruciating loss

Your death

What a mess

The blame

What we became

 

Heaven must need you

I’d give anything

Just one last time

To tell you I love you

To hear the clang of the bike

The old rusty gate

 

You said, only the good die young

Forever

Will be our love

Forever

I will remember it all

Festering Wound

 


 

I was crying out for help

No one could hear me

Only seeing the behaviour

Never acknowledging the pain

Buried

Festering wound

Oozing filthy puss

All I wanted was healing

All I wanted was escape

Called me drunken whore

Left me in the filth of the gutter

To lick my festering wound

 

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