By admin on 16/01/2013 You sat beside me and shared your appreciation for the liquid red And your love for the young lady in your life And in that sharing You gave me A rare and precious gift Words I craved to hear From someone – anyone Not especially from you And […]
Archive | Poetry
Where Are You?
By admin on 22/02/2013 i Where are you? I miss your laugh, the tease the question in your eyes, your tenderness in quiet moments, the shared cares. Where are you? You have gone away with no goodbye And I don’t want to be here without you. Published: the Dance Goes On 1992
Watch and Wait
By admin on 22/02/2013 I watch and wait with patience and suddenly there it is a crumb from your emotional table. Tell me why I watch and wait with such patience when I have need of so much more. Published. the Dance Goes On 1992
Unfinished Business
By admin on 16/01/2013 I was ready to leave when you walked back into my life at least I thought I was I thought I could leave this town and start a new life and never look back but I was mistaken and you came to remind me that I had unfinished business.
Understand Me
By admin on 16/01/2013 Why do men want me to give when they’re willing to give nothing in return “Tell me” he said. “Tell me” you said He waited patiently for an answer and got more than he bargained for. You were impatient and got nothing He was a man and couldn’t handle it. You […]
To Lynda Mary
By admin on 16/01/2013 My dream kept me alive until plagued by the helplessness of poverty and isolation I dug a hole and c l a w i n g the tear sodden earth I buried the dream deep in a lonely bushland site and slowly commenced my dying. I moved on but my […]
To Be Afraid
By admin on 16/01/2013 I want to reach out to you but I’m afraid. I want to touch you but I’m afraid. I want to kiss you softly, tenderly But I’m afraid you may respond and give me reason to be afraid. Margaret A. Richardson.
To All Those Well Meaning Friends
By admin on 16/01/2013 in Poems Don’t give me shoulds in the morning I feel bad enough just knowing without the sledgehammer of guilt framed in someone else’s book of rules.
Time to Go
By admin on 16/01/2013 You said NO when I said I would go. but why should I stay when I came to talk to you but you were too busy ‘mingling’ to know I was alive. The way I read it your mouth said no but your body said go. The body has it.
Things To Discuss
By admin on 16/01/2013 “We have things to discuss” you said and I wondered what you had been told about me. I saw the smile that curtsied in your eyes when I nodded my appreciation. Perhaps one day you will tell me what you were thinking and whether the reality matched the promise.