Poetry

She stroked my fingers. In my dreams she visits me.

Poetry, my love.

Jacaranda Tree

tossing

purple

rain

like

confetti

at

weddings.

I dream of Sydney

Jealousy

silent predator

slithering into my heart

eating me alive

Void

I feel the void that

Threatens to suck me into

Its dark nothingness

Twilight

Mystery of night

Intersecting day, light dims –

I drink it all in 

Falling Leaves

I begged him to stay 

He declined and walked away:

Falling leaves scatter

Voices

My nightmares echo 

Voices of loved ones buried:

They are gone but live

Flame

I dreamt of past loves

As though they were still alive:

A flame still flickers

Being Alive

I woke up and breathed
That gentle first breath of life:
I am still alive

Heat Wave

scorching heat wave broke

As the clouds cried victory –

earth sighed with relief