The radio dial is turned
And the notes of music past
Fills the quiet air
Taking me back to that time
When you and I
You and I
You and l
Were finding our way
Feeling our way
Loving our way
And I wondered
Would you and I?
Would we be?
And I hear those notes
Soulful, stirring, moving me
To those times
Of you and I
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
The most surreal experience
Is that moment I had of falling in love
Of waking every morning and knowing
Someone was waiting to be with me
To spend days of studying together
Being together
The chemistry, the attraction, that feeling of being alive
And in love
My heart was young
My body was too
Those were the best days
Of my life
This image represents the beginning of the journey of my Passion Through Poetry blog, it has only been a few months at most, but feel I have grown so much since then. It feels more like a lifetime away.
My aunt lovingly created this image for me from a King Protea photo. And as you can tell, I love orange!
The world was black and white
My only company was I
Hours came and hours passed
Hollow minutes seemed to crawl
Until one certain day we met
And with fate’s golden brush
My life was painted
With colors all of you
Yesterday you were my partner
Your love held my hand
Our time together, it will never be the same
Yesterday is over
All I am left with
Is a confrontation with today
I love your tiny heart
I love your tiny sounds
Your newborn eyes still closed
I love your puppy scent
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Fresh.”
Waves of emotion carry me along
The journey of every day, as I awake
Each morning with the realization that
A new day has dawned, and an uncertain
Future is held out to me, anxiety gives way
To fear and inability to see my way through the fog
And after the day is passed and a new morning has dawned
I feel relief when I discover that the
Clouds have given way to clear skies and harmony
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Built This City.”
Sydney is a safe country, I would say relatively to anywhere in the world, and especially compared to my home. That is the biggest aspect most South Africans would agree on when arriving in Australia. It feels so safe! No looking over your shoulder at all times, and fearing for your life, because today might be the day you might be carjacked and raped and murdered (no joke).
There are no hawkers on the street. It took a while to get used to not seeing hawkers selling their wares at every intersection.
There are many beautiful advantages living in Sydney. There are plenty of parks. We can walk to about four or five different parks from where we live. In Johannesburg there were NO parks nearby to where we lived. There were only restaurants that may have a kids play area. But then you would have to eat something.
And it was and still is a big novelty to park my car on the street to catch the city bus. My car was stolen on a suburban Johannesburg street in 2000. I had left it to visit someone for an hour. In that time my car was gone. Now I leave it for the whole day on a suburban street and it is still there when I return.
We are able to walk to our children’s school. It is about a seven minute walk. I love being able to walk to the school. Except this year my son has started to leave earlier and walk by himself. It saddens me when I think of my children slipping out my fingers. My son’s goal is to be taller than his mother. He measures himself against me every day, hoping that this might be the day he might be taller than me. He reaches to about my eyes now. No, my boy, you still have a while to grow!
If I had to change anything about Sydney I would change house prices. Property in Sydney is exorbitantly high.
And I would add more public transport. Standing on a bus to the city and back is never any fun. But great that there is a bus to catch.
Sydney is a great place to live. I feel safe, and very privileged that my family and I can live here.
I left despair, and started to walk
Much like the typing of my hands
I did not know quite where my words
Or how my legs would lead me there
But in my trust I let all go, and allowed
Myself to be led home. I have arrived.
From my distant past
Long years ago
A soul reached out
And told me so
My heart was touched
I felt his love
From a life long dead—
Help from above
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