To understand me
To understand me, perhaps a few tangibles may help.
If I were the sky, I would be a cloud drifting, reshaping, reinventing, but always enigmatic. If I were the earth, I would be a rock, bathing in the rush of a waterfall. If I were a tree,
+ more bio informationOutgrowing friendships is all about growing up or growing apart or a little of both. Friendships tend to evolve in our most immediate and most frequented environments. Change the environments and somehow friendships change.Growing up is a time of new thoughts, new interests, new attitudes and often, sadly, a rollover of new f... More..
Child soldiers play the war games of adults; child soldiers develop in an underground of fear and despair. They live the horror of adult wars. Child soldiers know too much about a fractured fantasy world; a skewed, dystopian world. It's abnormal. It violates their rights to grow as a child into a balanced adult. The chances o... More..
Are teenagers today evidence of a new and upcoming, complacent generation? In teenage behavior patterns and attitudes, we see glimpses of parents, teachers, white and blue collar workers and politicians in the making. In the civilised world, where technology ranks high on the basic list and is the easy way to access both work... More..
A good poem appeals to the five senses. It offers a reader the details of an observation, a close-up taste of an experience, so that the reader can feel and understand it too. The experience may be a physical one, but it could be a spiritual one also. Opinions often lock poems into time frames. For a poem to last time, it mus... More..
I only know your faceVillage of Our LadyQueen of the AngelsI only know the face I sawFar beneath the cloudsBlue hazed mountainsLapped by the waters of the PacificA smiling landscapeIn the early glow of morningOr so it seemedFlying closerLowerWhite mistDrifting and sweepingLandingSweet hush of wheels greeting earthStrange bein... More..
The power of sunlightOn simple dreamsThe power of firesOn cold daysThe power of lightningOn stormy skiesThat is the powerOf loveOnce I was a whisperIn a loud worldOnce I was a leafOn a tall treeOnce I walked lonelyOn some unknown trackOnce I wonderedWho is me?Until loveGave me wings to beYour loveSet my longing freeYour loveF... More..
Do you see the magicFor magic is what I seeDo you feel the magicFor magic is how I feelDo you knowWE are magicOur magic is all I knowDo you remember when we metAfter long chats on the netYou tumbled from the airport busCoat flappingWhat a fussYou towered above my tiny frameBut our eyes metJust the sameThe magic spark glowed t... More..
Interlude...I am the Seeker of the Unknown Soul...NamelessHidden deep in the Darkness of Life...Ageless...Timeless...But almost trappedIn the Innocence of Yesterday's Child...But waitingPatientlyTo be free...To live again...To dance high with the mountain breezes....Where the Music of Nature is always...Soft and welcomingLyri... More..
The true meaning of Christmas lives onMaybe a little like a fractured fairy taleMaybe a little commercialisedMaybe a little painfulLonelyLostFor someButLike a still small voiceBuried deep in the sham and drudgeryThere is stillA beautiful heartbeatIn ChristmasThe goodwill of givingThe celebration of livingThe breath of Christ ... More..
Strange VoicesOn the lower shelfFramed in thoughts from far placesJust a few poetic threadsFrom a new heartbeatA new graceSo temptedSo temptedTo let the threadsHang freeWild cardsUnwoven tapestryOn the shelf aboveFresh yesterdaysRagged threadsCards dealtTears dryingAnd the alchemy of an older lifeMy island in the streamThe de... More..
Gemma Wiseman
Melbourne, Victoria AU
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