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Grade 4 – (me, front row far left) Happy days

The old school desk

weathered and dark in tint

faded memories

in  carved initials on wooden lids

mask secret lovers messages

left behind

Isolation Dreaming

Sinister voices

reach within silent crevices

in synchronization with disfigured fingers

striking chords

across exposed skin

Overwhelming body spasms

take hold

before sleep paralysis

controls escape

Relentless faces

mouthing desperate pleas for help

then feeding on pulsating

hidden fears

Walls rise and fall

twist and turn

inside and out

until up becomes down

The now weightless figures

begin to pass

between rainbow lights

intertwining to become one

corrupt form

Amethyst thorns

tap into the mind

seeking out pathways

to foresee the future

With renewed strength

I open the jade door before me

and follow the vision

of the blue eyed raven in flight

toward a new day

New Picture Book in the works

My drawing (for my next children’s book) with Digital artwork by Sarena Flanigan (https://sfflanigan.com/?fbclid=IwAR2m2E5ljeX0AEPvlVqrYLJ5bZ7YmrnE-XhMHard6bETNMe8cNP-TnNP6Sc)

To anyone who is interested in picture books – like agents – or anyone who wants to give feedback. It’s a long road for a writer. Sometimes you get lucky, other times it becomes a hard slog to keep going. I’m upping the ante so to speak and finally sharing some of my artwork – I am being brave!

Original water colour ideas for the book

A few odd drawings of first draft of story

Lunch time at work and no drawing pad so had to use my diary!

Not a great photo but inspiration was there!

Another lunch time at work – the diary comes in handy some days!

Those shadows will not disappear

Dark Words

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When the sunlight touches my skin

I smell the wildflowers

embracing all extraordinary moments

I surrender to your words

and respect the insight

that reveals the truth

Savouring strange encounters

creates difference beyond expectations

with the flavour of life

beneath the ageless tree that stands beside

cascading white frothed water

the sunlight warms the earth

before the mist and darkness falls

concealing the path back to normalcy

In between, contrasting conditions,

I will weave thoughts

of commanding the guard to subdue you

Until your words

become the ghosts of the past

and the sunlight touches my skin

once more

 

The Artist

 

 

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Irrelevant but connected time draws us close

to a mindful revelation that perhaps time

is all but some sort of cartoon image

and we are all caught

in the artists’ bare hand

Breaking

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I think I’d like to be a wombat

living underground under a tree

in these uncertain times

 

in solitude

 

in isolation

 

I could go into hibernation

sleep like a bear

sleep the winter months away

with no knowledge of the troubles in the world – without breaking, without loss

 

I would awake in spring

after the storm

with calm restored

 

A waking moment

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Tootgarook foreshore, Victoria, Australia  December 2019

Running in a nightmare

macrabre feelings of the end that may come

The faces of the dead becoming real

not wanting to look back

in the event that

doubting reality can be reached

Then the moment of release

When waking from the dream

brings the pleasure of knowing the defeat is behind you

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The challenge of overcoming fear

allowing oneself to get closer to the edge

to summon all that the mind takes exception to

 

Means crossing an invisible line

 

Fighting the light that will break the dark

Being lonely amongst others

Is hard to digest

 

Trust once broken

leaves an emptiness that cannot be filled.

until human contact is made again

 

How we stay quiet

when the urge to scream becomes overbearing

can be brave – usually a safety valve in the recesses of thought

 

Unhealthy quiet control

can be like a steam locomotive

 choking

Remembering these times

I cry:  Someone loves you

Somewhere