It was a great act, she exuded confidence in the repartee that flowed thick and fast while h er female friends delighted in her wit, her quick humour was lost on the men around her; they saw the desperation in her eyes and knew it was not an act. Feb 11th 1994
Archive | March, 2015
Here for You
‘I’m here for you’ he whispered as he noticed the mood swing. She’d been on a high, laughing , joking bursting her lungs with song then suddenly, her eyes dull she turned a pensive gaze his way and he reached out placed his fingers gently on her arm and breathed his gentle message. He could […]
Tasting Freedom
She knew why she was low. This was her space and it was about to be invaded. She had felt the tension rising little by little as the walls closed in. and believed she was about to lose her precious freedom and she didn’t like it. No, not one little bit. She didn’t want to […]
Looking for you
It was dark when I walked in dark and crowded The band had deserted leaving only a black coffin with its purple ‘Pearl’ glowing in the haze yet the music came from no where and echoed through the smoky room seeking dominance over the loud chatter of the young and careless. I looked for […]
Cold Turkey
Today I went cold turkey……., promising myself no more wheat no more yeast no more chocolate, The shaking started first and I blamed it on the cold, but the headache that followed left no doubt I was hooked again. 1991 ……………………………………….
Moody
He was moody He’d been looking forward to spending a few moments with her, to share a late night cuppa a smile and a quiet conversaation. Then ‘THEY’ came – his brother, he didn’t really mind that but he didn’t really want to see him tonight; then the other woman. He wished he could tell […]
Writing in the Bush.
I came to this place to write. Ifelt I needed the peace, the quiet the charm of the bush to coax the words from my soul. I was wrong I had written before of frustration, of anger, of love abused but that was in the city.. It was the city that gave me inspiration. […]
Isolation
Today I sit, impatient to move on, but unable and unwilling to take the first step. Today I sigh needing to speak to move the songs of my soul and share them with you. Today I cry tears of frustration needing to speak with my fingers to touch you and tell you how […]
Another Wasted Day
Another wasted day sleeping, waking, staring at the wall wondering why I muse away the hours waiting for the next tick of the clock. I move slowly through time, through this endless day that never forms to night yet fade it will, closing me off from time past to m ake another day wasted […]
True Understanding
He throws a line seeking a bite while I sit silent on a rock thinking of one who seeks a human prey. Are they different these two men? Not really. Neither understands me. But then again does any man truly understand a woman? Iluka November 11th 1993 …………………………………………………………………….