Background for Sunday lunch
My mind tortures me
With memories of time shared –
Always in my heart
There is an arts festival here in Sydney, and one of the features is the Beach at Barangaroo. 1.1 million balls forming an indoor beach. Nothing like a million balls to bring out your inner child!
for you
for our friendship
for love
for what cannot be
for memories
for desire
for wanting to be with you
for your lack of care
Today was a day that I wish wasn’t
That I could take away
Make it disappear
I wish I hadn’t woken
From the dreams that entertained
From protective membranes
Keeping me from harm
But I woke up
To a life less lived
And though I tried to catch the dreams
They quickly vaporised
scorching heat wave broke
As the clouds cried victory –
earth sighed with relief
Loving
Fighting
Making up
Hugging
Passing each other by
Talking
Not talking
Recreating
Parenting
Ageing
Resisting
Accepting
Such is marriage
And life
I’m missing your gorgeous self because even though
You lie and scheme and ghost and charm
You are gorgeous and sometimes I could really do with a morsel of
Gorgeous
Than your weak charm,
Ghosting prowess,
See-through eyes,
Sweet little lies,
You.
Poems and Petals 