Three generations 3 loving girls
Stifling day waiting ~ decision
choose a lovely urn beautiful lavender fields
Thanks given
Date set flights booked
short trip across the sea
exactly where She wants to be
Eerie thoughts from my window gazing
the deep below swirling , secrets sigh
clouds blurring reality, seeing reminders
She will love her last adventure
Balmy night quiet historic hamlet
us 4 alone
yes we are carrying you home
Stars moon glowing, grey the night
hugged in velvet darkness we see Him who will keep watch
magnificent epic tribute to his generation bemused perhaps
still standing there this memorial to the fallen
often admired from Her window seat
Calm warm surrounded by perfect pencil pines
silver mist drops of rain easing glistening
We gather who love her
Son daughters grand daughter
Taking turns we gently scatter trickle
ease Her amongst the emerald boughs
cool fitting ~ thick protected
Startling flashes capture our moments
visions for all from Her who follow
A whispering breeze softens the air catching us unaware
telling Her all is as should be
sending Her last vestige through us
drawn across to the home once lived
Her spirit is all around jubilant young again
We are done not sad but happy
We have done our best and more
Fulfilled finally us and You….
daughter sister cousin
wife mother aunt
grandmother
great grandmother
great aunt
Kathleen ~
All different ways a friend
All different ways adored
Endlessly loved
Endlessly missed
Spirit is raw
Spirit is more
uplifting soaring
believing adoring
A Medium giving
A Spirit living
calming receiving
surprising admiring
Spirit will see
A Medium will be
often yearning
always learning
Years are that which grade our best
Yours ~ mine ~ theirs ~ the rest
Perpetual priorities crammed to congest
Bursting wishes hopeful largesse
Etched within…
childhood naivety
adolescent belligerence
middle compliance
aged anxiety
twighlight clarity
Gliding sliding bragging dragging….
not always willing
Three score and one
three quarters gone
Middle years draining
adding to the fading
Aged reflecting in the near distance
Twilight horizons looming persistence
Yet optimism growing
Nuturing Spirit knowing
Higher plains await
.. see you at The Gate
April in my minds eye
20 years gone by
AUtumn HEat glowing orbs at sunset
leaves yellow rust
paths awash with filtered amber laden lush
Ivory and Ebony turning heads tall striking
sensual memorable
two strangers sigh easing into LUst unrushed
Long drives fast through cascading leaves
top down sleek rich roar
nights drowsy drowning mornings moaning delights
sumptuous enveloped lush linen
silken soft heavy cool
golden views through antique panes
Stretching smiling melting embrace
breakfast strawberries ruby sweet
food a feint excuse to ease
hours sliPPing window world abandoned
fine wines blushed cheeks
blazing colours falling rising bursting
My hands tremble head aches
body glowing eyes glazing
we matched TOO well
Fierce brave against all odds
Our union perceived, ill will drawn
AUtumn HEat did drift away winter seeping through
Seasons add their heavy stain upon my burdened body
leaving only pining for HIS EBony AUtumn HEat
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Excited as a giggly girl train ride to Warr/Nam~Bool
long ago sounds shunting rocking click ~ clack
steel monster lives through furnaced heat
Now charging forward sleek, shiny diesel surged
passengers face to face
STrangers ignoring ~ talking ~ staring
young one shutting out interaction
snoozes mobile music ~ sunglasses fixed
ELderly one musing stories
spectacles pearls hair just so ~
hmmm Coco Chanel comes to mind
FLame haired wide-eyed /germ phobic one, professional carer
avid cat lover ~ single status excited to see her mother
calm intriguing one a Vintner, provider of care, well-travelled land owner
eating SUshi on her lap, remembering her beloved waiting
one is Mother to renowned sporting sons travelling
many hours, tired polite
changing seats for window leaning alone.. NOT for long
this one mature fills the seat and more MAssive,
down on his luck
dishevelled orating on life’s peculiarities and his MUms roast lamb
agreeing to a shout of cuppa and biscuits
many subjects ~ children ~ pets ~ livelyhoods ~ sports ~ Notebooks ~ iPhones ~ FB ~ gastronomic delights ~ volcanoes ~ farming ~ phone pics … endless interests
they six strangers of now
we three friends of eons
Nine lives interacting through fate for a few languishing hours…
peeking into the lives of those who exist assaulted, a giant crashing through their being
day after day / mesmerised glimpses, backyards through warm glass…
BBQ’s ~ vegies ~ trash ~ chooks ~ pools ~ trucks ~ horses ~ alpacas ~ ducks…
invasive VOyeurs flashing by eager to see what we can see, destination reached
Warrnambool we have arrived
three close friends
excitement ~ talks ~ whales ~ walks
for six strangers
reunion hardship pleasure we can but guess
nine lives touched all but a spec in the cosmos
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Gosh already 50 + likes and 20 + follows for my 17 fledgling works. Many thanks for all the support I have received and special thoughts to Rambly/Mumsy/Jen for her continued encouragement and adept eye. I will improve..Cheers, Smiles from Max xx
Watching in silence
he moves across her devastating as ever
heavy bold rising fitting perfect places
Why is this different
the warmth the damp the pungent tinge
his manly odour fills her with arousal
Why am I frightened
Strong hands soft mouth hard body
can not breathe can not think, begging please
Why am I out of control
slowly both building through endless rapture
heaving rythmn exhausted sated
Why am I in awe
many times have gone before of lust in desire
erotic sleep struts wicked ways with careless ease
Why do dreams lie
When one becomes two
life is anew
Sharing careing
loving with you
Bring them cuddles
show them bubbles
Remember their soft ways
together ’till end of days
dVerse challenge Remember
I took this photo of amazing Fungi in Tarra-Bulga National Park up in the Strzelecki Ranges, South Gippsland, Victoria Australia.
The forest is renowned for Fungi as the area is canopied, lush and cool/moist even in the summer.
Clear crisp dripping dew drops pendulous quivering in the early rays
peeking under rocks and ferns cascading into under colour world
particular pink, matching mauve, indulgent indigo with whimsical white
all alive growing in utter wonderment this never mundane microcosm
forever feared perchance poison prevails amongst such visions
rounded domes of red, filigree fingers of yellow
striving through layers of majestic moss
such vivid vegetation to be sought out carefully kindly
just gaze take in the beauty peep into the beneath
moist living canopies the roof atop of under colour world
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