Each morning arrives At the opening of eyes Or perhaps Just before it Thoughts already mounting up Watch them gather Disperse Searching for a deeper meaning Then calendars and “to do” lists Waiting for the noise to settle Into something non repetitive Fresh New So much of what we think We have already thought Turn […]
Does the roof sigh beneath the weight of snow Still, it does not give way The tree branch Laid low by rainwaters burden Still, it holds Steadfast Damp, heavy things are relieved By the suns rays And every new day Is a chance To melt again *how much easier it is to melt rather than […]
Marina Meira, a boudoir photographer from Brisbane appeared in Issue 5 (January) You can find her story and a link to the magazine on the Audacity blog (link below) https://audacitymagazine.online/?p=268
To ignore the things that don’t serve And collapse their shadows Formless to the ground They lay flat I walk on Leaving shadows where they belong On the ground *this year I’m focusing on what I want and what inspires me. Problems and behaviours that don’t serve me (in myself or others) are being ignored. […]
The ocean is a fluctuating Undulating mass Throwing humans about like toys We run to her Like she is our mother Salt stained skin Sandy crevices Seaweed tangles in my hair And I wonder How do I live without this All year? Cracking surf conditions…
I can’t see the difference Delineation Is so important I have things in me That belong to others Meanwhile huge chunks of my own territory have melted through And drifted away I’m in the middling Between one year and the next Full moon thirtieth In case I forget There is tidying Sorting A little solo […]
At first The words Were ants Easy to dismiss As they marched across the surface of my mind Dogma in every step I tried to cross over them Difficult When they loop beneath eyelids The onset of shingles Vaguely itching But not yet full blown hives The discomfort grew Which is when I realised What […]
What is love But nothing like I thought it It is crumpled paper Smoothed Crumpled paper tossed Retrieved Written again Never lost Merely Misplaced Found and held aloft To be read again Mistakes erased And written over With hands that grow older Eyes wiser Softer And more forgiving With every passing year
I used to love circles As shapes They pleased me Curving endlessly Unstoppable in their resolution to resolve Everything Revolving Around and around The line eternally looping back on itself Which is of course I see now A tragedy Instead I choose triangles Sharply they soar Even turned upside down Or inside out There is […]
Blindsided I did not see it coming Swimming I forgot to breathe Or that I even needed it Until that pocket of air Wafted in And I recalled How sweet it is To be light And the water receded Though the shoreline remains My eyes follow it From the sun drenched sand Trying to ascertain […]
