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Movement Rows a Field
Tag: poetry
Maybe
Maybe a raindrop will fall from the sky,
Maybe you’ll turn into an old butterfly.
Maybe the cat will turn into a prince,
Maybe the pie is really made of mince.
Maybe a flower will bloom in the night,
Maybe the moon will illuminate tonight.
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
A Silver Daydream
Drifting to sleep
falling away from the couch
from ordinary to extraordinary
transformed into a Queen
Adorn with snow metal
encased within warm finery
marching forward with a few
a diamond-adorned sword
Rumours of war and rage
a river runs red in the south
all my fears appear large
now is not the time for cowards
We ride towards an unknown fate
with honour and strength, our guides
Citrus Party
Afternoon party
Orange and Lemon Arbour
Flowing happiness
Squeezing, shooting orange juice
Expressions full of lemon
A Sea Salt Afternoon
Inhibitions forgotten
Floating in the saltwater
A seagull dives close
Washed up on the sand
rolling around like a whale
white skin fluorescent
Lifting a lazy leg to wave
Passersby think you’re odd
Shells and sand all over
You roll back into the sea
the seagull dives for your togs
boobs bobbing just below
Whiskey and Smoke
A hint of flesh
beads moving like waves
Sandalwood
Soft jazz music
Whiskey and smoke dreams
seductive beauty
A Quiet Resilience
dusting off the hurt
washing away the sadness
drying salty tears
you, a quiet resilience
walking with courage and love
Feeling a Sorrow
Alone in the desert. In the darkness, I knew you had passed.
Whispers of what was never said and echoes of what could have been.
When you died, I felt terrible sorrow.
You always wanted me to be, not to be what I am and what I must be.
Now they are only words.
Crying Underwater
Colourful coral
the tentacle of a playful octopus
Colourful fish
What once was love
Bleached coral
The absence of octopuses
Bloated fish
What love now remains
In the sea of love and loss
where perceptions alter understanding
we laugh and cry underwater
Surprise Brownies
A dancing teapot
The cat speaks about a fly
A haze moves around
The brownies were magical
Floating with a tea cosy
C & K 