When your path is dimmed
And no light ahead
Look up, my friend, look up
When hope has fled
And love is dead
Look up, my friend, look up
When overwhelmed—
Need a stepping stone
Look up, my friend, look up
When friends have gone
And you are alone
Look up, my friend, look up
Lift your eyes to see your truth
Allow the way to clear
For it is only by taking steps
Will you overcome your fear
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”
Every Saturday morning I read in bed. It is my time to read. I used to read a South African magazine called YOU (on my iPad because I can’t buy them in Sydney).
But now I read the Daily Prompt writers. With limited time I am not always able to read the other Daily Prompters, and my WordPress reader is filled with poetry. So Saturday morning is now reserved for Daily Prompt.
My very kind husband makes me tea when I wake up. My father used to bring me tea in bed every morning when I was a child. And when I married, my husband started doing the same. And then a short while later he makes Cappucino coffee for both of us. I am spoilt!
Thank you for reading!
P.S I am on AEST, so am already on Sunday morning
As I awake and
As I breathe I feel
My beating heart
I am alive, I am
Aware, to see a
Brand new day
So let me live and
Let me be, allow my
Words to be my
Symphony
Favorite Blog Post:
My favorite post would be my first prose that I wrote. I posted to my FB account, along with others that I wrote after, and a friend encouraged me to start a blog.
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2013/10/13/celebration-of-spring/
It was only after I posted this post to my newly born blog, I came to realize how much I hated re-reading it.
I decided to focus on poetry. But after being overwhelmed at a One-Day Poetry Workshop at the University of Sydney – 2014, I decided to stop writing (because I don’t know how to write). I resumed in September last year when a series of events upset the heart of me. Therapy is too expensive.
And after all, writers write.
Most enjoyable way to spend $500
Boutique shopping
Because shoppers shop (only sometimes) (when we are working, and have money to shop)
Answer to the meaning of life
Why are we born?
To be manifested into the physical realm to create lives for eternity
Where do I eat breakfast
Table in my kitchen
What am I grateful for from last week, and what am I looking forward to next week?
Receiving my book design (!!!!!!!!!!), looking forward to high tea with my teacher and friend from 1984. But not looking forward to saying goodbye.
THANK YOU for reading 🙂
My voice—it does belong to me
The thoughts that wander through my mind
The feelings felt upon my heart,
My mind, my soul
Are unique in how they appear to be
Just as my fingerprints are
Uniquely mine
So are those words I type—
My voice is part of me
72 hours
Is all you get
72 hours
To say goodbye
72 hours
To pray your prayers
72 hours
Of breathing air
72 hours
Is all you get
72 hours
Until shot dead
Thoughts are with Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran and their families, whose fate hangs in the hands of those in power. They did the crime, turned their lives around, and now must face the fine ❤
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fight or Flight.”
My flight arrived
I could see a glimpse
But could not leave to go
My heart started pounding
My belly started twisting
My nerves could take no more
I closed my eyes and made a wish
And wished myself very
Far away from there
The story of the fresh green apple can be found here:
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2015/02/06/apple-in-my-bag/
This is the bike my husband wanted me to buy:
And this is the bike I bought (because #Style)
And here I am, all ready to go!
Which way?
Along the Cliff Top Walk on Cockatoo Island, NSW, Australia
26 February 2015
Poems and Petals 