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Laura

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Laura (Australia) published:

Waiting for Molly

PROMPT: The Peace of Wild Things


Trying to make sense of the banal and the blessed
Where do the secrets of my soul lie?
Like jewels scattered by the oceans tide
I pick them up or wander by
I am still wondering what it is
To feel the intensity of life’s kiss
In a green field stands a young magpie
He is learning to sing to life
I sit nearby and drink in
The alive quiet of the sun, the grass and him
I watch the...

about 1 year ago

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Laura (Australia) published:

ghosts and rain

PROMPT: Everyday Magic

This was that time of year when storms rolled in during the afternoon and lulled the city to sleep. The rain fell like a blessing on the summer parched earth and everything that was alive rejoiced. But she was sad as if the raindrops where tears and the heavens themselves commiserated with her loss of a lover dead too young. On wet days it was one of her fancies that ghosts wondered the world more freely. People rushing to escape...

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over 1 year ago

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Laura (Australia) published:

90's child

PROMPT: [Insert Age]

I feel again the gritty pain
That was the birth of my generation
Born with a howl
With a flow of foul words
With the scent of sweat and alcohol
Into a disturbed world of strobing light
Born knowing that these were the end times
But determined to take every scrap of life back
Not precious and pure but brutal and honest
We teetered on the brink
Unsure if we would live or sink
And yet out of that stink...

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over 1 year ago

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Laura (Australia) published:

In the black heart of innocence

PROMPT: Flashlight

I have lived in the dark lands so long
My eyes have grown wide to let in the light
The night is full of colour and stars
And I can take your hand and walk you into the dark
But even though I have these owlish tendencies
There are things I don't know, blind spots of my own
I need your eyes to see just as I lend you mine
And we will have to be very brave
For its...

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over 1 year ago

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Laura (Australia) published:

Wills on the art of loosing

PROMPT: The Things They Carried

When we began this expedition they thought it was a wise decision
That we take six laden wagons, I have since thought that needed revision
For all along this venture we have been shedding possessions
We have given up rum, sugar, guns and ammunition
We have lost our loyal camels and horse
While struggling through swamps on our course
The men have split and changed again
And now Burke, King and I remain
Some Like Landells and Beckler turned away ...

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over 1 year ago

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Laura (Australia) published:

Evan and the foxman

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition - Nov '15

Evan wandered among a collection of small tents occasionally being drawn in to test his skill at various games that were offered. At the far end of the field Evan came across a tent with the label of Freaks! above its entrance. He went in curious to see what this might mean.  The lighting of the tent was kept very dim perhaps so that fooling the eye was easier. The first thing that confronted Evan out of the gloom was a...

about 2 years ago

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Laura (Australia) published:

​Grass Roots Change

PROMPT: Ripple Effect

Like David Suzuki I believe that environmental change will rise from beneath. 
For three years I worked for conservation opposed to that behemoth called government. 
The few times I saw it shift were when the people gave voice, and rose like seedlings from beneath the pavement.  
So I ask you to connect and speak out for what you treasure. 
Lend your voices and hands so that your little seeds may grow to mighty trees for future generations.

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about 2 years ago

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Laura (Australia) published:

Grass Roots Change

FREE WRITING


Like David Suzuki I believe that environmental change will rise from beneath.
For three years I worked for conservation opposed to that behemoth called government.
The few times I saw it shift were when the people gave voice, and rose like seedlings from beneath the pavement. 
So I ask you to connect and speak out for what you treasure.
Lend your voices and hands so that your little seeds may grow to mighty trees for future generations.

about 2 years ago

Published Work

The Peace of Wild Things

Waiting for Molly


Trying to make sense of the banal and the blessed
Where do the secrets of my soul lie?
Like jewels scattered by the oceans tide
I pick them up or wander by
I am still wondering what it is
To feel the intensity of life’s kiss
In a green field stands a young magpie
He is learning to sing to life
I sit nearby and drink in
The alive quiet of the sun, the grass and him
I watch the day pass
As time falls through the glass
I contemplate a time when reality wasn’t interpreted
What dreams rose from the deep then?
When we had no TV and barely pens
We told stories at the fire side
That lived with intensity before our eyes
It’s the sadness of filming the magicians trick
It takes the magic out of it
I would rather be captivated by nature
Held for a moment by glorious imagination
Than one of the TV generation

Everyday Magic

ghosts and rain

This was that time of year when storms rolled in during the afternoon and lulled the city to sleep. The rain fell like a blessing on the summer parched earth and everything that was alive rejoiced. But she was sad as if the raindrops where tears and the heavens themselves commiserated with her loss of a lover dead too young. On wet days it was one of her fancies that ghosts wondered the world more freely. People rushing to escape the whether were less observant. Perhaps the ghosts played gleefully around the edges of this inattention. She raised her hand to the window behind which she stood. She imagined her lover's hand reaching to touch the other side of the glass. Pulling it away she wished that the foggy handprint was his.

[Insert Age]

90's child

I feel again the gritty pain
That was the birth of my generation
Born with a howl
With a flow of foul words
With the scent of sweat and alcohol
Into a disturbed world of strobing light
Born knowing that these were the end times
But determined to take every scrap of life back
Not precious and pure but brutal and honest
We teetered on the brink
Unsure if we would live or sink
And yet out of that stink and darkness
Rise those who are always curious
Give me the meat of life and I will eat it
Right down to the bones, right into the virus
Until I can love it all and nothing hides it
But life glows bright to forever inspire us.

Flashlight

In the black heart of innocence

I have lived in the dark lands so long
My eyes have grown wide to let in the light
The night is full of colour and stars
And I can take your hand and walk you into the dark
But even though I have these owlish tendencies
There are things I don't know, blind spots of my own
I need your eyes to see just as I lend you mine
And we will have to be very brave
For its easy to imagine monsters in the dark
So I will nurture our spark by singing
We will sing the sound out of silence
We will put an end to the violence
We will play like wild things
Fierce and gentle by turn
And most of all we will learn

The Things They Carried

Wills on the art of loosing

When we began this expedition they thought it was a wise decision
That we take six laden wagons, I have since thought that needed revision
For all along this venture we have been shedding possessions
We have given up rum, sugar, guns and ammunition
We have lost our loyal camels and horse
While struggling through swamps on our course
The men have split and changed again
And now Burke, King and I remain
Some Like Landells and Beckler turned away
But poor Gray I have laid in his Grave
We have turned at last towards Mt Hopeless
And I feel its name might be an omen
For as we walk I see my hungers cost
My last possession is about to be lost
If I had but the strength to carry on
What a story I would bring home
And I find myself laughing as I let go
For what I foresaw and the truth I now know
What use...

Novel Writing Competition - Nov '15

Evan and the foxman

Evan wandered among a collection of small tents occasionally being drawn in to test his skill at various games that were offered. At the far end of the field Evan came across a tent with the label of Freaks! above its entrance. He went in curious to see what this might mean.  The lighting of the tent was kept very dim perhaps so that fooling the eye was easier. The first thing that confronted Evan out of the gloom was a large tank of water in which swam a fierce eyed mermaid, next he came across an incredibly large man who had various weights before him to prove his prowess, Evan noted that he had a hefty chain around his ankle. There were other strange creatures and people that disturbed Evan’s sense of reality in one way or another. The very last display he found was tucked into farthest reaches of the tent. It was a small man with long red...

Ripple Effect

​Grass Roots Change

Like David Suzuki I believe that environmental change will rise from beneath. 
For three years I worked for conservation opposed to that behemoth called government. 
The few times I saw it shift were when the people gave voice, and rose like seedlings from beneath the pavement.  
So I ask you to connect and speak out for what you treasure. 
Lend your voices and hands so that your little seeds may grow to mighty trees for future generations.

Grass Roots Change


Like David Suzuki I believe that environmental change will rise from beneath.
For three years I worked for conservation opposed to that behemoth called government.
The few times I saw it shift were when the people gave voice, and rose like seedlings from beneath the pavement. 
So I ask you to connect and speak out for what you treasure.
Lend your voices and hands so that your little seeds may grow to mighty trees for future generations.

Crash, Holler, Swish

Knock, knock



The rhythmic scrape of shovel on pavement.
The high pitched whir of a drill.
The brittle bite of an angle grinder
The clatter and bang of hammers.
The heavy knock of steal on steal.
The rumble of trucks and loud laughter of workers
And all from my bedroom, curse it
I live next to a construction site

Dear Tree

Dear Tree

Dear Tree

How Quietly you stand
How tall you are, how grand
Your bark is traced with scratches
Where the possums claw catches
At night they scale you seeking delicate flowers
And all through those midnight hours
They scurry up and down your limbs
While their babies cling
Trees Feed Everything
Take a deep breath and sing
Knowing that the air you breath
Is the gift of a Tree

Thankyou earth dweller

Why I Write

Why write?

To give myself the power of insight

To find something precious, pure and bright

Making something useful out of pain

Finding the beautiful in the mundane

To turn each fragment over like a scrap of fabric

Looking for the pattern, the trace and twist of magic

To be caught in the river, the flow and shift of words

To go fishing for a phrase and flying like a bird

To give myself a reason to keep on believing

As I walk through my life and treasure each season

To tell you I love you and then how I love you

To remember what makes me feel strong and true

Too say it proudly and shout it loudly

To flout the rules and make fools out of fools

Why write? Because I can

Because I have a heart and I am!

Lunar Phrases

Mad March Musings on the Moon

 

Lady moon, march witch

You float on high your belly fat

The hungry ones down on the earth

Go chasing after this and that

We find the worm to catch the fish

Like beady eyed crows we sit

While your soft milk eye

Gazes from on high

And winks at the one in the mill pond

I remember how Brer Rabbit

Tricked Brer Bear and Brer fox

But I will not go diving for you moon

If I did I would surely be lost

For the Future

Letter to the future

Dear Future me

That's right I'm going to be cryogenically frozen and thawed out so I can see that future world. Hah, that's not really true I would never want to be frozen. I think life should have a natural end, at the moment they are playing with genetics to see if they can extend the human life or at least conquer the diseases of old age. But surely isn't mortality the last poingnantly real thing we've got left. It's supposed to be there to make life taste sweet, otherwise why would we care for the passing moment and the people we meet.

Dear future you

Well for a start we arn't related, there are no future children in my destiny. In the great swirling of genetic information contained in humanity we are probably still pretty close however. You just don't have my little quirks, lucky you. So what I left you was not a genetic heritage, instead I left you...

Floating

Floating

 

I am lost in a fizzing drift of thought.

I can feel an unsettling shift and flow,

Letting go I feel faint like an empty shell

Drifting of its own accord,

Not motivated from within.

My solar plexus shifting, twisting and gut ripping,

I am lost in a shift of internal tides.

I raise my head and lift my eyes

Longing to feel calm inside.

It is as if a war is waged within

I wonder when the end begins,

Breath a life force set free.

Season-a-Changing Haiku

Solstice sun

Solstice, tipping point

We wade out into the sea

To farewell the sun

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