Between the river and the sea

Walked amid the sand dunes
Between the river and the sea
Though not really sandy
They are beautiful to me

Covered by plants; vines; grasses
There is a peace; serenity
As fresh sea breezes blow
Here once lived the Ngarrindjeri

As I walk amid the sand dunes
I feel them; standing still; free
Old souls; men; women; children
I say 'bulla'; wave; they welcome me

As winter comes

My hands are shaking 
My heart is cold
So much turmoil
As my life unfolds
I need your warmth
As a new winter comes
Please, my darling 
Let me in your arms enfold...

29th May 2017

Letter to Santiago

I love you my precious grandson
I miss you more than I can say
No matter how far you wander
It will always be this way...
No matter what your mother 
Says that I have done...
I miss you my darling grandson
I miss your cuddles...
Miss your smiles...
Miss your puzzling cyphers...
Miss your fun...
I miss your intelligence
I miss those games we made
The puzzles we did together
Yes; I miss your laughter 
All the while...
I cannot forget your tears
As we held each other close
That night...
As we had to say our goodbyes
Ah my darling grandson
Ah my darling boy
I know we will not see each other
Maybe for many, many years...
20th May 2017

Olive branches

Listened to Jim Croce's words
The best of all his many songs
Talk of love/hate relationships
Ah, Life's truth is hard to take
His words touched my very soul
As I contemplate this; my life
"Your olive branches
Turn to spears
As your flowers
Turn to guns..."

You proffer olive branches
As you choose your words; I see
Each day I wonder; yes I wonder
What exactly; you will say
One day is sweetness; love
The next; anger wins the day
Yes; your olive branches 
Turn to spears...
I do not understand
fFom whence you come
I cannot believe
These awful words I hear...

Sweet and sour

Picked a few blackberries
Just the other day
Got stabbed by thorns
As I went along my way
Enjoyed a little bit of peace
Amid a very stormy time
Focused on the job ahead
Breathed; wasted some time
Thought about my life
Thought about my mum
So many difficulties I've overcome
But hey; I'm doing fine
My life has changed
I is no longer the same
But through this turbulence
I have come to see the flame
There is a glow; I feel
Coming from deep within
Through all my struggles
I know that I can win...
Though I have fallen
Though I have slipped anon
Now I am climbing upwards
I am finding my voice
Saying my piece
No longer will I feel dis-ease
No longer will I cringe
For; a strength; is growing 
Right here; no longer numb
I am woman; hear me roar
Finally; I am living free
There is no stopping me...

Too much plastic

There's way too much plastic
That we "have" to carry around
Plastic cards for this 
Plastic cards for that
Rewards for buying everything 
Bonus points if you purchase now!
Extra points if you toe the line
Yet, think about the tricks of the trade
5% hardly makes the grade...
Buy, buy, buy! Come look at this
That's the way the whole world works
Coma and get your extra perks
Beware the fine print
Read between the lines
Is the little that you get?
Worth those extra miles?
I'm sick of all these plastic cards!
Sick of all the hype
Sick of being assaulted
Left and right...
Buy one; get one free
Spend your dollars here
Each and every single day...
Yes; every single day of the year
Our senses are bombarded
We are pushed and pulled anon
Confusion is the way of things...
So...I have taken my revenge
Cut up all these cards; thrown them out
I refuse to be thus controlled
I refuse to play marketing games
I am not your puppet; not your slave...

A cup of gold

A special memory of my mum
This cup of gold; her tea cup
Pyrex; fire king; this simple thing 
She said; her tea tasted better
It's true; I'm telling you...
Why does it really matter?
How could any cup make it so?
Do we actually know?
Well, I believe it to be so...
There's something to be said
For fine china; for tea from Asia Minor
Ah! The taste of black lemon tea...
That's how my mum loved her tea
That's enough for me...