Friday, 28 February 2014

Shades of Loneliness

Shades of loneliness
variations on only-ness,
washed out water colours saturating
the pure white pages of my story,
painting my days in ways
I never intended.
I search in strangers' faces for traces
of tears and smiles earned or lost
in the travellers' miles.

But empty spaces fill some of the places
I have travelled without a map or a guide.
Highways and hill ways
heavenly days, low ways and slow ways
and lanes leading only to hell.
No comfort to be found
even with the sound of my own heartbeat
my lips repeating a silent prayer.

My solace comes
when the words rage out of my mouth
and tumble randomly onto the page
colouring the lines with remnants of life.
I scavenge, I pick and I piece
and it is there that I find
the elusive lyrics to my song,
incandescent notes
indicating that I belong
and somewhere under heaven
there is a place for me to dance.

Thursday, 20 February 2014

The Sentence

The words are flung out
strung out across the page,
readying themselves
for an inky assault.
They line up in formation,
a determined column of ants
marching to their destination,
the full stop
at the end of the sentence.
The ending to the love story,
Destiny fulfilled.

Saturday, 15 February 2014

What about Love

What about love -
the silent stalker, night walker,
weaver of dreams,
and fanciful flight
melting reason 
and blinding our sight.

What about love -
wielder of nettles and rose petals,
teasing us, pleasing us - 
with this dangerous dance.

What about love -
in its disguise, breathing sighs,
delivering kisses - 
and the ultimate bliss is
we believe, we believe
............. and surrender.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Don't Cry (From JUST ME 2014)

Don’t Cry

Don’t cry
Stop crying
Cry-baby -
not kindly.
A reprimand
a command
in every syllable.

Dry your eyes
Don’t be silly
Nothing to cry about.

Waiting tears are silenced,
left unshed 
to calcify 
and turn 
my woman’s heart 
to stone.
A child’s inheritance!

Friday, 7 February 2014

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.


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.