Curves

Your hands
Traced the
Softness
Of my body.
Your lips
Kissed each
Running
Contour.
I was your
Woman
And yielded
My curves
To you.

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

Solitude

In the stillness
Of my solitude
All our memories
We lovingly made
Fill my mind and make
Me miss you more than
I can say

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

Mask

My thoughts lie naked

Without covering

Without shame

My desire reveals

Its passion

Its need

I have no mask

To protect myself

I am yours to hold

To love

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

Whisper

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All joys this earth could bring
The depths of endless sea
Wind in sheltering trees
Could never separate

Thy child from Thy grace
I feel Thy presence
Surrounding me
Whispering

I am protected
I am loved
Safe, at
Peace

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

Locked

Breath by breath
Locked into time
Until hearts stop
Beats upon beat

RIP

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

Fake Laugh

Apparently I have a ‘fake’ laugh. My daughter always points it out. It is her mission to make me aware of it. Often when she, or someone else, is saying something and a response is required, I will laugh. And then she responds, ‘fake laugh’. And so it goes. It happened again today!

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

Closet

Closet is not a word commonly used in South Africa or Australia. We rather use the word ‘cupboard’. The only way in which it is used is in the term ‘coming out of the closet’, or ‘still in the closet’.

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

Bedtime

This is our bedtime setting for tonight. Cuddly toys placed by my daughter, girls in one bed, boys in the other.

Most beautiful place, and the beds are so comfy!

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

 

Headlines

Every morning on the way to school, my dad would buy his paper from the street vendor at one of the traffic intersections. If the traffic lights were green he would slow down, stick out his hand with the coins and the vendor would throw the paper inside. I would be in the front of the car sitting next to him. My dad would read the paper at every chance while smoking on his cigarette. Ah, the joys. It was the morning ritual.

In South Africa, the news headlines would be plastered along the street lamps every morning. So by the time you reached your destination, you had some idea of the current news. This was one of the things I missed when I arrived in Sydney. A few days passed and then I realized, I have no idea what the headlines are! There are no billboards.

Nowadays, I read my news online. Sometimes I get stuck on hot topics. I have two at the moment. The first is around Jacob Zuma and his friends the Guptas. Zuma is the president of South Africa, and has been judged (officially by the constitutional court) to have acted inconsistently with regards to the constitution. This ruling was made two weeks ago, and yet, he is still standing. Not resigned, not fired, nothing.

And my new hot topic is the Australian 60 Minutes Lebanon story. A team, including Tara Brown who I see every week on the Sunday evening episode, have been detained in Lebanon. They were attempting to reunite children taken by their Lebanese father with their Australian mother. They have had their passports taken, and are currently being detained (what were they thinking, grabbing children in a foreign country to give back to the mother?).

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

First Car

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My very first car was metallic green. It looked like the one featured here. I bought it in December 1997, and it was stolen in March 2000. It was recovered a few weeks later, completely stripped and hardly recognizable. The insurance company was resisting payment, it was one of those occasions I needed a man to stand up for me, my father took on the fight and they paid the next day. And so it goes, I had a similar incident last week, which I’m fairly certain if my husband had taken on, would have resulted in a different outcome. Or perhaps I am just not assertive enough. I think that is what it is!

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