gone

and now the room is silent for she is no longer there

the deafening silence, realisation she has gone ......

the coloured lights they ebb and flow, they rock back and forth in the gentle night air
a familiar fragrance floats by on the breeze,

thoughts of what might have been flicker through my mind 
someone is dancing, my emotions are raw

a faint silver like shimmer fills the air.

and then I remember ....
someone is missing where has she gone

reflecting

I'm reflecting today

another year has passed

tears flood freely down my cheeks 

as I'm greeted by flowers left by my front door

I walk anti clockwise around the park and look at the trees for inspiration

the stones crunch under my feet

I think about the words I have written the past three years

the ideas I have explored 

the art that has excited me 

the friendships that have saved me..........

I'm reflecting today

open your eyes

photography by gary gross

Open your eyes

ideas are all around

unexpected and inspiring things

floating like leaves to the ground

an idea wanting to be realised

a thought

even an epiphany of sorts

be still and breathe in the fragrant spring air

then open your eyes and you will see 

ideas all around

abandoned house

An exhibition in an abandoned house, early on Saturday morning, I couldn't resist taking a peek.

The air was crisp, the rooms dark and dank. As my eyes adjusted to the light a surprise was revealed in each room. A few folk wandered through the rubble of this old abandoned house. A camera flashed as we moved silently around to discover each carefully placed piece. An inspiring morning wandering through this once lonely house with its newly adorned walls created by artists whose real names we might never know. A simple beauty and mystery fills this place, an event created in an abandoned house.

another year

Christmas has washed over us for another year. The tree has been removed and the last of the decorations have been put away.
All the hype and anticipation has drifted into a new year.

Our days are now spent floating in the ocean and rejuvenating our souls. I shut my eyes in the hot sun, contemplating ideas and fondly remembering times that have passed. Many long hot summers spent on a beach somewhere along Australia's vast coast.

I plunge myself into the ocean and wash away all that burdens me, my soul feels cleansed.
I dive freely under the waves surfacing to look at our beautiful coastline and for that moment I am happy to be alive.
What is this innate desire that leads us to the beach. Like some primal longing deep below our surface. It must be fulfilled when the time is right, when the ocean is slightly warmer and the temperature begins to rise.
Only then can my soul be set free in the deep blue water that surrounds this unique island of ours.

an unbearable silence ...

artwork by kaffeine
photography by gary gross

.........today I remember Sunday. 

who came into our world with an unbearable silence

her eyes we never would see

we held her precious body the weight reflected in my mind.

her spirit danced about us

as a heavy silence filled the room.

my breasts still ache with longing for a child that slipped away....

but today we remember our Sunday who will live forever 

in our heart.......

J,G+O 

17/10/10

present.

I embrace the present,

acknowledge the past

and ponder the future. 

                            collected thoughts