Poetry

I see death and queens, and golds in nature and want to write and share it all, in the hope, you too, can share your own.

You know those dreams you hold close that feel awkward to share? Well mine is that I want to land a poetry book deal. So I'm here sharing my words, taking that first step. My working title at the moment is “Happy Grief and in-between”. I want to take the reader on a journey through pockets of the Australian bush, through my Dad's death and tread lightly past the prettiness in-between.

01/

counting tiny blooms

on familiar paths

to unknown destinies

without doubt sung by the

north star unsure of herself

enclosed by chatters and chants

of starry eyes and whispers

engulfed in grief and stung

within a wreath woven

tight of mistletoe.

02/

where crickets jump to

unknown lands and the

tortoise cat arches her back

to lap at the water laying deep

in the well, eyes matched

to the patina shellac.

03/

fortunes wrapped on tiny paper

dishes and spoons elope to far away lands

A pierrot, pirouette's off stage.

and a love that forever remains

04/

in the depths of

the bush sings

winds which

carry tiny finches

through who in silence

dive and speak
the cities are burning

dry earth, red sun

and another bird

with frantic flight

trapped by it's

own constant sight.

05/

longing for the physical space

written in the filled notebook lines and

emotional plateaus that suddenly fall away

to vast oceans depths and rise once again

to all the rich beauty untamed.

My goal is to reach 500 :)