The Poetry Marathon

My heart beats faster when you are close There is nothing better than being dressed in your love. You fill me with temptation with hope, oh how l miss you when you have to leave

Light is absent as l meander along the cliff top track, my mind absorbed in thought, work, children, poetry, art, every now and then my heart jumps at the loud thump of a startled wallaby, l stop at the lookout the white peaks of waves florescent in the distance,  l turn and make my way back, relaxing into nature’s song.

i rise before the sun, walking from pre dawn to sunrise

the sounds of wind and sea caresess my mind ready for the day

most of adult was spent mothering my brood of 7 pottering around

with pen on paper, as i neared the half centry mark, l found my way

back to my artistc roots, finger painting with clay, on rock

just be still and listen

to your thoughts

undress them

use and abuse them

talk to them

rest with them

play with them

hold them

wear them

hear them

listen

books were safer than people anyway,

you always knew were you stood

fiction, no fiction, F A N T A S Y

people pretend to be what your looking for

while trying to turn you into what thier looking for

some use lies like sweets to draw you in

keep you at arms length,

give me a book anytime

i know i will be going on a journey

it might be rough ride

or a gentle kiss

a heartbreaker

but it is a journey i agree to take

when l open the cover

the wind caresses the leaves, the petals, my hair

it is the conductor of all my favioute songs,

in harmonys with ocean, thunder, lightening

ii have no need for a rdio or a tv

i have nature to sing for me.

he got down on one knew

i held my breath

my mind froze

then raced years ahead

yes i love you

no i want explore the world

no you want to stay

a wild jumble of hope and dreams

on fast cycle

yes, yes,yes

They run,

in and out of the water frolicking like wild things,

thier laughter echos amongst the waves,

a light tinkle,

Dancing hand in hand to the beach boxes

Two sweet faces devils from the empty house across the street,

i close my eyes and watch death in the half light

she loiters at the end of bed

i struggle to make eye contact

my breath is shallow today

i wake later as the sun warm my bones, the air

my lungs fill and death has left building.

the captured sand dances from the shore

the wave takes it into the deep

it settles at the bottom

shifting with the currents

each grain alone, lost

making castles

missing light

homeless

small