A straight shadow leads
Up the steps next to a wall
Changing direction
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My First Panoramic
Standing on the bridge
Taking an extended break
I take my first shot
High Rise Reflection
One high rise next to
The other, reflecting the
magnitude of both
Perfect Day
I’ve spent a few years
Looking outside of me
Yearning
For some company
To fill an internal need
Externally
Not that easy always
For friends to conjure up
Magically
So I picked up a pen
That is – my hands and began to type
Consistently
And what I’ve found
Is that I’ve started to heal
Miraculously
I am no longer looking
To fill a void to
Band-aid me
So now my perfect day
Would be to visit myself
Internally
To spend some time
Learning to paint a little
Artfully
I’ve booked on a course
To learn concepts of design
Visually
So I can write
And when I’m done I can
Graphically
Turn my writing
Into books that can keep others
Company
And to drink, some sparkling water
With ice and lemon and bubbles
Please!
No sparkling water but this will work!
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Office Workers
Office workers swarm
Around bus stops waiting to
Be dropped off at home
Taxi Swarm
Taxis waiting to
Transport commuters to where
They would need to go
Eccentric Planet
A form of honesty
Never did any harm
I’ve always been taught,
So given the chance
To look back at all the things
I’ve said and done
A bit of eccentricity
Comes to the fore
I was tempted to write
About a close relative of mine
Who passed away so many years ago
Until I started myself thinking
About all the things
I’ve been heard to say
I’ve been asked by mouths of babes
“Why do I do things I do?”
When wrapped in my own little world –
Talking aloud to only me
(Or even setting the midnight alarm
To arise and pen a daily post
Proving a level of eccentricity
I’m sure anyone would agree
“You do what?”
Yeah it’s true, I set the alarm
Because the daily post needs to be responded to
And one entry needs to be from me)
I found out the other day
When I spoke quite triumphantly
About my book – what a surprise
This has turned out to be
Because when I was but a child
I was held back from starting school
A ‘special school’ was suggested quite highly
I ended up attending a mainstream one
But at least I now have an answer
When it is at oftentimes asked –
For when I do the strangest things
That would send a husband under the desk
“What planet would you be from –
When you do the things you do”
My answer now can be
My planet is Vonita
And if this you do not believe
Visit my online blog and home
Passion through Poetry
movingtowardsthelight – VIVA
I am the author
Every word is mine
And not only that
My book is written
It has been written by me!
(Thanking Oscar and Tim for their contributions too!)
Life Moment
Life moment captured
By passing tourist taking
A break from life’s rush
Magical World
Every morning as it arrives
I hear the distant, early sounds
Of birds and traffic, and many things
Gently welcoming me awake
Until I hear not far from me
The sound of not one voice, but two
Familiar voices they seem to be
Little girl, and I hear a boy’s one too
I wish I could wax lyrical
On how pleasing these voices are to me
But left alone, awake and free
These voices are not in harmony
Brother and sister in daily strife
For when one is ten, and one is eight
There are many things that must be shared
Not so easy as it may seem
So in my daily awakening, I get to hear
The secret dialogue between
My baby girl and first born prince
Conflicts, fighting, pleading, sharing
I lie awake and let them be
In the shadows overhear –
The magical world one would live in
When one is eight, and one is ten
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Twenty (and loving it)
I’m old enough to have Good Old Days
I’m young enough to remember them
Studying, learning, that golden time
Between school and earning myself a
Living
A student, but not a scholar
Romanticising, socialising
Studying, experimenting 🙂
Three years of my life
Loving
No responsibilities, but to
Learn that mathematics
Do those tutorials
Have myself some fun
Partying
Bryan Adams in South Africa
You rock!
X-Files, Friday night Friends
First love, First fight
Working
Weekends to earn myself some money
To help me get by, those days flew away
So fast, and now when I look back
They are those Good Old Days
Reminiscing
And what do I see here?
From yesterday’s magic key?
Bright stickers reminding me
How urgently someone would want my
Company
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