A Place Down Under
- Lismore, New South Wales, Australia
- September 13
- When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.
~ Author Unknown
MY RECENT POSTS
June 25, 2014 08:40AM
- Poetic Justice
June 20, 2014 08:51AM
- If I Could Choose ...
(Iron Poet Challenge No 17)
August 15, 2013 02:50AM
- Lunchlady, a first step on a
new path ... together
August 02, 2013 09:59AM
- Hold Me ... Please Hold Me
July 30, 2013 10:39AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I don't know anything
July 01, 2014 09:33AM
- “James. Hi. James, in all
July 01, 2014 09:33AM
- “Hi Rita. And, thank you.
I admit I didn't see this as
asking for what I
July 01, 2014 09:31AM
- “Hey, Kim. I've been very
good at closing my eyes to the
... I've only
June 28, 2014 06:51PM
- “Alysa, thank you so very
much. Depression has hit me
hard and I'm
June 28, 2014 06:43PM
Little Kate's Links
- Open Calls
- Iron Poet Challenges
- My Story
- Just my Poetry
How is it possible to be so empty? So hollow?
The ache inside of me begs … just begs … to be fulfilled.
The ache all over me begs to be held.
But perhaps that is too much?
Please. Just hold me.
Chilled fingers of memories tease the air
spattering cold, dark, lonely nights
with the ground mush
of whispered words
and heart-imagined dreams
Words once caressed by love and longing
wrapped in all I thought you were
and believed us to be
dangle now in… Read full post »
Lost in the depths of my own inner space
Neptune resides but I can’t find my place
Of touch I’m starved … drowning … fighting to breathe
Turbulent this now; in darkness I seethe
Shackles of hurt bind me body and soul
Eroding me - like an empty dust bowl
Her daughter &helli… Read full post »
THANK YOU, TERRI! THANK YOU!
Thank you for coming on this path with me! Thank you for holding my hand and helping me find the way forward. There is strength in numbers, right? Though we are each strong women in so many ways (and we know that,… Read full post »
to nuzzle against your chest
and be allowed to cry...just cry
until there is no more crying left within me
I long for your arms
to surround me
to draw me close and hold me tight ...
and stroke my hair until I can cry no more
I long to… Read full post »
Like Art James, our favourite little boy, Pencil Boy, aka J D Smith, is missing in action too. He is trying to find his way back and has sent an email to Melissa Noble but, unfortunately, he's still lost.
On ever-changing tides
they floated for nigh a lifetime
and frayed around the edges
They were tangible once
somewhere along the way
they were neglected
On the darkest of stormy seas they bobble now –
weather-beate… Read full post »
Some weeks ago I posted Iron Poet Challenge No 16, Colours of My Life, and then life kind of got in my way and I've been here only just a little since. I hope all concerned will forgive me my tardiness in not coming back till now to post the collection of responses to the/… Read full post »
Atrous and silent is the door of night
It locks within and safely blinds the light
Love amaranthine dwells not in this place
Devoid the touch of a mother’s embrace
Haematic secrets: small; and hard; and bent
Deception rules; cinereous parent
Stramineous the child is made to feel
H… Read full post »
When I was a little girl, an Aussie group, The Seekers, sang a song called, "Colours of My Life". The lyrics went like this:
Mr Sandman passes by my door;
Life has changed since you've been there to say it's alright,
You… Read full post »
The sheer beauty of our world at times
leaves me gasping for breath as rhymes
swirl and twirl and dance in my mind;
wanting to share, searching to find
words. Words that describe the purest joy
for life; for love between girl and boy;
of hearts and minds and souls shared by two… Read full post »
J D Smith, you asked us to have fun and, well, I've certainly gone with the "fun" angle! This has to be my silliest piece of writing but it's absolutely written in fun. So here's my very late (I hope you weren't holding your breath!) response to Iron Poet Challenge No. 15 -/… Read full post »
A Simple Shutterbug asked us to show her our Summer. Well, it's Winter in Australia but I kind of figure my friend, A, won't mind.
The weather has been glorious lately and last weekend I took a quiet and peaceful drive in the country.
A time and place to be alone,… Read full post »
In her arms gently he rests;
Swathed, secure and oh so snug.
Tucked against his mother’s breast;
A tiny, precious cherub.
Eyes firmly closed, elfin nose;
His mouth, rose-red and puckered;
Little fingers, little toes;
His head with black is covered.
Proudly she embrace… Read full post »
For those that might not be familiar with what the Iron Poet Challenge is all about, here is a bit of a recap.
&nbs… Read full post »
Across water-hungry and stone-burdened paddocks we ran
Stopping only to crouch and gingerly edge our way through barbed wire fences
Yet so often we were outwitted by those evil bastions of invisible fortresses
They would snare our pants and tear our shirts
And cruelly snatch tufts of snow-white and russ… Read full post »
As seems to have been the case each Sunday morning for many weeks now, the sun shone brightly through my bedroom windows … beckoning me to get up, to stop whiling away my time, and to enjoy the day ... to make the most of it!
In previous weeks, I’ve refused… Read full post »