Poetrees

Skeletons

The trees,
they looked like skeletons.
Their leaves,
Stolen by nature.
What a cruel punishment it seems,
forced to watch their own leaves
drop, then disappear.
Much like seeing your own
drops of blood,
dissolving into a pool of water.

07/07/2016

153 Lygon Street Carlton

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Dancing naked

Naked
Bare
Vulnerable

Staid
Tempted
Beautiful

Waiting
Inviting
Nervousness

Waiting
Still
Meek

Questioning
Doubt
Fated

Acceptance
Consciousness
Embraced

Dancing
Singly
Joy

Frolicking
Laughter
Enough

25/03/2016

228 Wellington Parade East Melbourne

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Safe Haven

Here I am,
surrounded by difference,
even within my own
family.
My neighbours –
bigger, wider, taller
yet all with a similar
purpose.
Striving for the light,
nourished by our surroundings.
We each came
from somewhere different,
but this ground we
were placed in,
nurtured and supported.
Not where I
belong, yet
a safe haven
in which I can
grow.

21/02/2016

169-199 Rathdowne Street Carlton

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Stay

I see your scars.
I imagine them, similar to mine.
You have been pushed and pulled,
molded to form by your years on this earth.
Firmly rooted, grounded,
that is your strength.
The will to stay. Stay.

I touch beneath your scars.
So smooth, cold and firm.
The outer layer shedding to reveal
a new, yet the always, you.
The opportunity to
create anew.
The lure to stay. Stay.

New growth
is the promise
that comes with life.
What direction it results,
shaped by circumstance
unknown.
The fear to stay. Stay.

Your immense strength,
yet willingness to bend,
reassures me.
I hear you whisper
each time I walk by,
or is it me?
“Be grounded. Stay. Stay”.

13/02/2016

Waxman Parade Brunswick West

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