I sit alone
And watch the sky
I watch the clouds
Go floating by
I sit awhile
And think of you
I think of all
That we went through
And I know that
I never have
And never will
Love anyone
As much as my heart
Cries out every day
Every hour
For you
Regal flower of South Africa
Chosen royalty over flora kingdom
Adorned with halo burning bright
Atop a gracious scepter crowned
Finely decorated with cerise
Majesty in all his finery
Stems bow to the ground
All hail magnificent
King Protea
Roots on fire
Throwing grey
Ash from what
Was life, age
Takes its toll
Leaving only a
Very bad hair
Day
Exploring the city – May 1998
One of my best friends arrived in Sydney from Johannesburg yesterday. They made the brave decision to leave friends, family and everything they know behind, and start somewhere new. It will be our ninth anniversary later this year. I think back on those first days, the up and downs, the mixed emotions, the craziness of learning to swim in a new pool. Everything so scary, and so exciting too. The best thing was the feeling of safety. To park my car and know with a fair amount of certainty that I will be able to return to it, and that it will still be where I parked it. Nine years on and I feel so very blessed, so thankful that doors opened for us when they did, and allowed us to create a life in a safe and peaceful land.
Australia is its own island, and has only been good to us.
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Our guilty pleasure
Lingers long enough to savor
You and me alone
Together
Goodbye
That’s it then
It’s been good
Go well
One final hug
And then you go
I stay
Maybe
One day?
Raindrops splashing on my skin,
Wash away the tears flowing from my heart.
Joy and sorrow are intertwined
Dark and light to never part.
How I ache to see the sun,
To live my days without a fear.
So raindrops keep on falling
Let the clouds cry one last tear.
I never used to dream about houses
I would dream about romance, love
First kisses, wedding days
Attraction
Men and everything they could do to me
But houses was something I never
Dreamt about
Until one day
I started to
Dream
And it all slipped through my fingers
For each breath taken
Drawing in the source
Of creation
We are created
We are alive
We live
We are
I had a wound
So deep and raw
I would flinch
Eyes filled with tears
The wound has healed
Etching scars across
My soft pale flesh
Reminders of the
Pain I no longer feel
And I don’t care
Any more
Poems and Petals 