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Showing posts with label My Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, July 11, 2016

Love At First Sight - a poem

Love At First Sight.
Wendy House 9/10/2011

It was love at first sight,
but I never said or thought it would last.
I know myself better than that.
I know I fall in love so easily
and how easily the next sparkle can move me
in a new direction.
I held you in my gaze,
I imagined touching you,
wearing you,
feeling you.
I had no control.
I stepped through the door,
I took a deep breath
and asked to see you
and it was definitely love, love at first sight.
And I tried you on.
I twirled and fluttered,
and opened my purse.
I then went on home
with my new dress.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Sunrise Over Ocean

On the 18th October I woke up 6am.

I came out of my tent and made a cup of tea.

This is what I saw.

Inskip Camping Grounds at Rainbow Beach, Queensland












This is what I thought.

Sunrise over ocean.
The waves are making their infinite sound.
The water is glistening and glowing
like molten silver under the suns reflection.
A black bird hops across the sand in front of me.
The tarp is flapping in the breeze.
My cup of tea is hot and tastes like a luxury.
And time is perfect.
My soul is happy.
I am outdoors... in nature.

By Wendy House  18/10/2015

My art journal entry that day













Years ago I only ever camped in the mountains. Always on the lookout for the perfect camp site beside a running creek or stream or swimming hole. Trees and rainforest walks. Grassy sites to pinch a tent and never any sand or mud. Rain. We often got lots of rain and a storm.

We never camped at the beach except one time only where I slept on a mattress on a tarp on the sand on the beach with a mosquito net strung from a tree and tucked around and under the mattress we slept on. That was me and Alexia (about 8 years old I think)  and her Dad.  We had just picked my daughter up from a Girl Guides Camp she had been on for a week. We collected her and did a random thing and drove to the beach to camp because we had met another couple in a picnic ground having morning tea and they had told us about how to get there and what to do. It was a good nights sleep and a good overnight beach camp. But the ex's favourite was The Mountains / Rainforest. So that is what we did.

Now we come to the beach to camp.
It is my husband Mick's favourite and he has introduced me to something I have in turn fallen in love with.

Looking back towards our campsite as the sun is setting.













Mick and his beer. xo





















Looking left
Looking right
























And I remembered I just love the beach, the surf and the sand.

I remembered holidays with my Mum and how good it was to go to the beach for our holidays. I remember my dad had a boat for a short time and we would spend whole days on island beachs with family and friends. What good memories.

It is good to enjoy memories. I spend a great deal of time pushing memories away. I don't usually even sift through to find the pleasant ones. But that is another post.




Cheers and Love,
Wendy


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

COMING HOME - home is where the heart is

Below is a poem I have written this week for Carry On Tuesday.
This weeks prompt is "Home Is Where The Heart Is"




COMING HOME

Coming home
driving in the drive
turn off the key
and sit
be still.

Home at last
too many hours
on the road
too much traffic
in that city
too many lights
way to bright.

Home is where it is quiet
Home is where it is dark
Home is where it is peaceful
and welcoming
and familiar.

Home is where the heart is.

Home is also where your heart is.

It's good to be home.

Wendy House 5/9/2011

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

LOVE IS LIKE A RIVER....





Love is like a river
never straight
never boring
never predictable
you think you
have it all
figured out
and then
around the next bend
there are rapids
turmoil
unease
scary love
then it calms down
and the river of love
glides peacefully
calmly
and envelopes
you both in it's peace
and tranquility
around the bends
over the rapids
through the calm
yes
love is like a river.

I found a blog. I have no idea now how I got there. I was meandering through blogs and looking at the blogs that that person follows and then I stumbled across this blog called Carry On Tuesday. Pop on over and have a look. Each week a new prompt is added and you can write a poem using the prompt as the first line. Have a read of her blog because it explains it better than that and I don't need to double up. So above is my poem for the week using the line - Love is like a river.