Tag: Poetry
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15
I counted all the years of we then all the years of widow and my world had tilted the balance shifted and so I cried. © ceenoa
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Two Stories
once i was young and lissome, a tight bud of youth in my prime, now I am crinkled and shrivelled as happens to all in time. once I had velvet complexion, as soft as the dew of the dawn, now life’s wear and tear is evident, in a visage that looks tired and worn.…
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Bones and Scars
the fierce missing shatters my bones the gravity of grief unraveling exposing my marrow stripping off layers. and I have to regrow again the skin and sinew of “now” that holds me together. © ceenoa you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me, head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped. an irredescent…
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Bubble
I am a bubble a world of colour memories swirl within and I cling to the outside I am a bubble delicate and fragile yet strong enough to hold on to support. I am a bubble floating in the universe blown by some others hand I move until I land. © ceenoa
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A Shed
I’d love to have a shed, where I could put my stuff, where it would not matter, should I splatter, paint or resin on the floor. I’d love to have a shed, a space I could create in, inks and clay, on the benches could stay and not have to be packed up. I’d love…
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Jangle
like a jar of marbles rattled energetically, this jangle of words in my head skittle back and forth, and never settle to a rhythm that makes sense. © ceenoa
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Apologies to Banjo
There was movement in the paddock, for the sight had got around that the chick from Old Ma White had got away and had joined the wild bush turbo hens – she was worth 5 cents all told, predictably no neighbours had gathered to the fray. For they didn’t care for livestock, which they let…
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I had a dream – again. (Repost: A Dream and a Wish)
It happened again last night, it must be this time of year, that prompts a rummage through my unconscious, and in amongst the rubble, finding a flicker of a thought, pounces, and drags it forth, to present, like a cats favour lying at my door, sadly unwelcome but understood. © ceenoa The original post below, which prompted…
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“On This Day” Repost – Baggage
Seems that 31 October 2014 was a good day for writing – 3 posts came up in my FB feed today. Of the 3, I decided I liked this one best. If you’re interested, the original post can be found here. Baggage People think of baggage, as something that is bad, to be discarded soon as,…
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A Poem for a Friend of my Friend
Somewhere, in what others would call her fall from grace, she found her freedom. That choice was hers, what others decide to remember, is theirs. The Universe calls us home, and each of us will fall, from here to there, and become more. Look to the light, believe in love, remember in kindness. Somewhere, in…
Ceenoa 
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