Her orange juice full
her face frozen,
locked in age
The ticket seller approaches,
a warm breeze
Her lips move,
a spark in her eyes
She fleetingly feels the time
when her face was not frozen
her younger self oblivious to age
her orange juice empty
her life full
(6/8/99 CHP RSL Club)
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Galapagos
Musings on daily life as well as insights into the human psyche. My blogs consist mainly of poetry, short-stories & revelations. In a way I am using this blog to give shape, albeit rough, to the futile jigsaw that is my life.
la belleza de la naturaleza
Galapagos
About Me
- hada
- Sydney, NSW, Australia
- I have the soul of a writer and yet there is a space between paper and I that prevents me from creating my vision, from showing the world through my eyes. That space is called fear, otherwise known as my inner critic, but I am slowly learning to embrace that critic and develop my craft. I have created this blog in order to transform the images in my mind and hopefully heal both myself and others, whilst cultivating the art of poetic writing. Tengo alma de una escritora pero hay un espacio entre el papel y yo, un espacio que quiza me prevenga crear mi vision, que no me deje mostrar el mundo desde mi punto de vista. Ese espacio se llama temor, o sea, la maldita critica por dentro, pero poco a poco estoy aprendiendo abrazarla para poder escribir mejor. Decidi crear ese blog con la intencion de convertir en forma poetica escrita a las imagines internos y al mismo tiempo curarme a mi mismo y a las demas.
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