Friday, 7 February 2014

A Book of Poetry

JUST ME - 
A BOOK OF POETRY

Acknowledgement: I am who I am because of my children who changed me into a woman and fulfilled that most basic of needs; the many friends and strangers who touched me as they passed through my life and to the special influence  of those who still walk beside me even though they are no longer here - my Jewish grandmother for whom I was named and my brave and unassuming mother - who both unconsciously showed me how to be steadfast when chaos reigns; to the ghosts of ancestors, some famous, some notorious and all colourful; and to the unique times that shaped me.

Because of them, I continue to enjoy the journey - all of it.
2014.

Refugee.

Sunlight pierces shadow
mingles mellow in the garden,
highlighting hibiscus -
home for hummingbirds,
only yards way
from teeming traffic
and feet pounding dreams
into the debris on the street.

Watching from that silent, inner space
I wonder then whose plan it was
to create such beauty
from the compost heap of life.
I am a refugee
waiting to be rescued
seeking solace in the sun.

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