I wrote this some time ago, can't remember exactly when but not recently...
Gathering together crumbs,
the misses and hits of experience,
the sleepless nights,
unanswered questions,
deafening prayers and cries,
oft-broken heart.
This bit of vegemite wiped
from a tiny face turned upward,
the shoelace tied,
the cupcakes baked,
post-structuralist papers
and laundry to wash
as I read feminism and Pamela Allen,
quest for myself
but answering to "Mum",
single / it's complicated / not interested
actually I am busy in the wings of someone else's life
disoriented now that
it's time to be.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
