Moving Worlds

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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.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/island/

 

Guilty Pleasure

Our guilty pleasure
Lingers long enough to savor
You and me alone
Together

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pleasure/

Crying Clouds

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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.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/clouds/

Empty

I’m filled with thoughts
With wants and needs

I’m filled with love and
Pride and envy

I’m filled with emotions
Strong and real

I’m filled with every
Feeling I can feel

I am filled with pleasures
Of this world

I am empty

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/empty/

Perfection

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IMHO, pink hydrangea is perfect. Right up there with a red rose in bloom.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/perfection/

Coming up Blank

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No hi or bye
Or text from you
No song or word
Or call or sigh

I wait alone

I count the time
Screen stays blank
Twelve single sounds –
A midnight chime

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/blank/

Day Job

My day job is as diverse as it can be. Sometimes I have heaps of work to do, and not enough time. Sometimes I have none. For weeks on end. Each project is different. Each host system is different. Different environments, different applications, different systems to connect to, different sets of problems. And challenges. Today I started writing a Sap3 Connector. I’ve never written one before. It seems slightly non-trivial. And I have three days in which to do it (my bad, I underscoped). And so it goes.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/diverse/

Your Shadow

The shadow of your love
Follows me where ever I go

The further I run
The faster I move

The longer
And darker

Your shadow
Becomes

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/shadow/

Beached

Take my burdens
The heavy and the dead
And leave them on the beach
For strong waves to fetch
And carry far away

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/beach/

Scars

The scars of your love
Are etched over the surface
Of my broken heart

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/scars/