After 30 years of friendship
In 1991 I hitched a ride from Kununurra to Darwin with a couple of truck drivers. This was not a planned journey, as I was running from my abusive husband. What I was going to do when I hit Darwin? I had no idea.
The truck drivers had a spare room at the hotel they were staying at, and allowed me to use it for the three days they were staying there, then I was on my own and thought I’d be spending nights on a park bench, until I could sort something out.
But then on Christmas Day, two…
My own metamorphosis’, to become the confident, courageous woman I was meant to be
The year is 1991 and I live in Kununurra with my husband. Unfortunately, marriage does not suit either of us. We tend to live our own lives, while residing under the same roof, with the exception of when he would get drunk. Then he would take me on an extremely abusive, physically and emotionally, wild roller coaster ride.
Kununurra is a very hot, dry town in the far north of Western Australia, with very little rainfall throughout the year. Water is scarce and terribly expensive. …
A week in the life of …….
This week begins early on a glorious Monday morning
I woke from a deep sleep with a heart full of gratitude,
The sun is shining with a predicted high of 24 degrees
I don’t work Mondays so I have a day to write in solitude.
Suddenly before I know it, Tuesday morning is dawning
My plan is to work from home, a long ten hours of toil,
This doesn’t leave many hours free for some “me” time
So I decide to enjoy a long relaxing bath in aromatic oil.
Wednesday is suddenly here and kicking down my door
In an effort…
Without you, I would be no more
Whenever things aren’t as they seem
You are always there to assist me,
Whenever I’m blue you hold me tight
But then when I need it, let me be.
It’s like you are my ray of sunshine
A glorious flower in the snow,
You are the peace in every argument
And my own clown in every show.
You are my very special angel with wings
The biggest spark within my heart,
When I’m hurting and not all well
That’s when your healing love will start.
Without you in my life, I’d be no more
An empty soul full of nothing but…
For all she is worth
She gazes up to see a shining star
Suddenly falling down to earth,
She places a wish on this falling star
For all her life is worth.
She wishes for things to be better
Better than they have been today,
She wishes you hadn’t been so cruel
And instead of leaving, stayed.
She wishes things could still be
As good as they once were,
She wishes your love
Was not so hurtful to her.
She wishes for the return of happiness
To wash away all the pain and sorrow,
She wishes for a small ray of hope
To see better days tomorrow…
Some day, some way
I think I will laugh, today, right now,
Hearing a funny tale,
I think I will sleep well, tonight, all night,
The wind blowing up a gale.
I think I will love, this hour, this day,
Watching the perfect sun rise,
I think you can hold me, right now, somehow,
Gazing up at the starry skies.
I think I will go, not now, quite soon,
The full moon is on the wane,
I think I will die, sometime, somewhere,
Taking with me my pain.
I think I shall cry, today, one hour,
Laying huddled in my bed,
I think I will talk…
How you found out who you really are
I arrived at the fair ground ready to set up my mystery tent
Three days I’ll man this space reading my cards for strangers,
The days of the Gypsy appeal and believing in the spirituality
Is getting less and less and more and more becoming a danger.
This may be my last fair stall and I’ll need to really consider
What I would do to earn a living in the upcoming future,
It’s not like I have an abundance of skills and talents
People believing now that all Gypsies do is start rumours.
My tent is now set up and…
The only way I would know how you feel
Shadows hiding in darkness, the mirror to your soul
It is here, buried deeply, that the mystery conceals,
There is only one way for me to ever really know
Exactly what it is, that you really think or feel.
There is the darkness, reflections of your pain
It is in your eyes that I see the tales of gloom,
There are mysteries deep within your soul
Other impressions or maybe tales of doom.
Then again they always sparkle when you are playful
With cheeky mischief and surprise they will gleam,
At other times they will seem soft and faraway
As you get lost…
Poetry prompt day 21
This poem has been written as part of Sahil Patel’s poetry challenge. Thank you, Sahil for the invite.
Today’s prompt is: Write a poem about the things that no one knows about you.
We all carry secrets in our minds
The deepest and darkest are stored,
In the furthest reaches of our souls
Nobody else can access the record.
It’s usually the ones that cause us shame
Or are just too painful to ever discuss,
Then again it could be a part of us
All secrets that to no one you’d trust.
Be it something you have done
That haunts your…
Poetry prompt day 20
This poem has been written as part of Sahil Patel’s poetry challenge. Thank you, Sahil for the invite.
Today’s prompt is: Write about a great life lesson you have ever learned.
Fear can be crippling and debilitating
Possibly stopping you moving forward,
The reason why you’re not really living
And can make you break your word.
When we feel fear and let it control us
It keeps us locked inside our life’s ‘box’,
Too scared to try or be something new
The feelings that keep our doors locked.
There are times whereby I’ve hated my life
Turned up every day to…
