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A friend showed me a photo on Instagram of a tanned person with a dog. The person dressed in Boho clothing with a peace sign and a rainbow painted on her leg.
My friend showed me the image and gave me the words, “A rainbow on your leg but nothing in your heart”, so I could write a poem.
This poem is a collection of my impressions of the image and the quote.
Emotion takes hold.
You linger looking towards the waterless sea.
an untouched soul waits
transient lovers pile up high
another sunset
she pens the sky a letter
a love letter to the hues
From a black and white world, you showed me there are colours.
You opened the door to another world. A world no longer black and white.
Now that you’ve touched me with your colours, I will never see the world the same way again.
Photo – Kristie Bonnewell
Under an amber moon, they rise from the cold soil to find their home once again.
The hollow hills whisper in anticipation of a prophecy being fulfilled.
Creatures hidden in the forest creep along to see the sea of Wombats shuffle slowly.
Burning red sunset
paints the sea with soft colours,
as the moon arrives.
Photo – Sven Leveque
Photo – Holga Jen
The trees bend towards me
as the forest listens to my stories.
I spin stories for the greedy trees
as birds circle and animals play.
The trees beg for just one more,
so I stay a little longer waiting for the rain.
Office love.
You wield the mug,
he becomes the coffee.
You stand by a lighthouse smiling warmly.
The Faroe Islands have awakened your words.
You say to me that it may be our home soon.
The desert doesn’t feel rain from a grey sky often.
The sea is a dream for the people of the red earth.
The desert doesn’t understand why you say, “leave.”
I love lighthouses and the many ways of the sea.
The Faroe Islands excites me, yet not with you.
I picture myself alone, looking towards the sea.
You stood with me in the desert under no moon.
A million desert stars lit the sky and my heart.
You stood with me to tell me you were leaving.
I will remember the sea and the colour of your eyes;
Such an adventurous soul with a great love for denial.
I will take my love for you and bury it in the desert.
The desert knew what the sea felt like long ago.
I will feel the sea flow through my heart again.
You can have the sea for now until it takes you.
Rusty razor blades sitting in the bin,
hairbrushes and combes, laying loose.
Bathroom items lounging about,
and something fluffy is stuck to the floor.
Empty plastic bottles and bits sit still,
and dirty laundry piles up even higher.
Packets of surfboards hide from sight;
sex toys blush, quietly contemplating life.
The drain gurgles about your love life;
the trappings of love have found you both –
as you fleece each other with the tweezers.
C & K 