Fool the world
Fool yourself -
You are still a beauty
You are still sex on legs
You can still catch the breath
of a boy on a train.
You shimmer beautifully
along the street
sending waves of envy
through woman as you pass.
Keep the faith.
Middle age shall not take
your birthright from you.
You are a woman.
You a phenomenal.
Monday, September 20, 2010
On Fear and It's Remains
To be burned and damaged by years of abuse,control and implied violence...
Yet, still be able to love, to empathise, to smile with genuine warmth,
to want the best for others,
to give bits of yourself without succumbing to the urge to run....
Takes all the courage in the world.
Yet, still be able to love, to empathise, to smile with genuine warmth,
to want the best for others,
to give bits of yourself without succumbing to the urge to run....
Takes all the courage in the world.
Poetry Experiment 3
The skin I wear is becoming too tight.
It's colours are fading and going pale;
The seams are tearing, the edges are frayed
And dark blood seeps through the stitching.
Beneath I wear a dress made of mist.
I lie, perfumed by pine forests.
My eyes are the colour of sunlight through leaves
and my nails are grimed with soil.
The essence of who I am
lies fierce
dormant
and darkly beautiful -
as I shed this useless shroud.
It's colours are fading and going pale;
The seams are tearing, the edges are frayed
And dark blood seeps through the stitching.
Beneath I wear a dress made of mist.
I lie, perfumed by pine forests.
My eyes are the colour of sunlight through leaves
and my nails are grimed with soil.
The essence of who I am
lies fierce
dormant
and darkly beautiful -
as I shed this useless shroud.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
On Weather
I am enamoured by weather. Not in a 'has a tracking program on her computer' kind of way, but in a 'gosh. Isn't it interesting how weather can change the way people FEEL?' kind of way.
Depending on your mood, OR the sort of mood you want to be in, weather and location can make all the difference. If I am sad and moody, all it can take is finding a location *appropriate* to the weather....for example....a rainy day needs a cafe near a trendy urban precinct, a couple of good friends and a deep and meaningful chat; OR a mountain top country town with wood fires and homemade scones, antique shops and farmers markets; OR a comfy chair in your own home and a big, fat book. I love sunshiney, warm days with slight breezes...perfect for a day at the beach, in your bikini...[Still! At (almost) 45! Go girl!]...a woven straw beach bag, your notebook, a camera and a book. A rainy weekend requires me, with endless cups of tea, jazz in the background, my laptop and a lovely view of spring bulbs in my garden, and lots of great ideas. Midsummer heat needs to include frosty glasses of Moscato under a shady tree, muslin dresses and cold fruit; OR a gorgeous shady spot on Mon Repos beach, a big hat and some beachcombing.
No matter what the weather throws at me I can find something awesome to do. Half the pleasure in being alive comes from being creative with your time, and how you spend it. Weather changes are like the set in a play in which I am the actor - here is my mis en scene, now go create the script.
Depending on your mood, OR the sort of mood you want to be in, weather and location can make all the difference. If I am sad and moody, all it can take is finding a location *appropriate* to the weather....for example....a rainy day needs a cafe near a trendy urban precinct, a couple of good friends and a deep and meaningful chat; OR a mountain top country town with wood fires and homemade scones, antique shops and farmers markets; OR a comfy chair in your own home and a big, fat book. I love sunshiney, warm days with slight breezes...perfect for a day at the beach, in your bikini...[Still! At (almost) 45! Go girl!]...a woven straw beach bag, your notebook, a camera and a book. A rainy weekend requires me, with endless cups of tea, jazz in the background, my laptop and a lovely view of spring bulbs in my garden, and lots of great ideas. Midsummer heat needs to include frosty glasses of Moscato under a shady tree, muslin dresses and cold fruit; OR a gorgeous shady spot on Mon Repos beach, a big hat and some beachcombing.
No matter what the weather throws at me I can find something awesome to do. Half the pleasure in being alive comes from being creative with your time, and how you spend it. Weather changes are like the set in a play in which I am the actor - here is my mis en scene, now go create the script.
Friday, August 13, 2010
On Fashion
I am becoming obsessed by fashion blogs. I subscribe to about five....especially the photographically focused ones..and follow them daily, staring entranced at the clothing choices made by style mavens the world over. How I would LOVE to be a Chosen One. However it's not going to happen, because, .a.) I don't live in Paris.....b). I don't own a bicycle.
It's often the photography aspect of the blogs just as much as the fashion element which 'does it' for me. The idea of finding a beautiful or interesting image [person/outfit/scene] on the streets you walk along everyday, then documenting it, is a tempting one. There is, I think, a frustrated photo journalist inside me, having a lively fight with the frustrated author, while the frustrated chef hides in the kitchen.
It's often the photography aspect of the blogs just as much as the fashion element which 'does it' for me. The idea of finding a beautiful or interesting image [person/outfit/scene] on the streets you walk along everyday, then documenting it, is a tempting one. There is, I think, a frustrated photo journalist inside me, having a lively fight with the frustrated author, while the frustrated chef hides in the kitchen.
Monday, January 4, 2010
On The Notion Of 'Home'
I sit here looking at the golden sunbeam stretching across the polished timber floor of the house we have to leave in only two weeks, and out the huge picture windows across kilometres of treetops...and wonder at the notion of "home". We are having such a hard time finding somewhere to live. Having a home is, at the moment, the thing foremost in my mind. But we are not succeeding in becoming the proud possessors of a generous lease. Despite working hard. Despite looking clean, polished and responsible. Despite using all our charm on the agent. I just want to be able to look at sunbeams across a timber floor, or out windows onto views which inspire me, and KNOW that I won't have to leave it all behind. I simply want a home.
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