H.17 – Possession

i pause, shaking the frustration from my body

it stays, like an eletric fizz, my nerve endings sizzle

i feel myself leaving like a dead faint

i watch my body rise and fall, doing a dance i dont know the steps to

i move like l have wings, the currents holding me as i be impossible

i feel the fire in my belly, my body twisting

becoming, dragon.

good evening from OZ

It is just after 7pm in AUS, I have set myself up for a long night, I usually go to bed about start time, so by the time i finsih the 24 hours I will have been up for about 38 hours, my husband informs i am quite the charmer all day sunday.

Hour 24…water

i step into the waves

Shoes left behind, socks in my pocket

I walk to the east, into the coming light

my body instantly at home

alive and full of wonder



Hour 23… tasty

feta, tasty, blue vain, bree, grated, sliced, cubed and shaved,  l do so love some cheese, do you have a fav?

Hour 22…wake up

The last hours linger, my eyes drop, my creativity flows nowhere, l shake myself side to side, my brain mutters, crys and searches for words, that sing together upon the page.

Hour 21…

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

Hour 20,

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.


hour 19….jandrasean

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


hour 17, bookworm

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

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