G’day,
I am a 30 year old woman, happily married with three daughters and one son. I can’t draw but I have been known to write the occasional poem.
I have recently developed an interest in photography and most of my artwork will be of this variety. I don’t have a brilliant camera yet but I’m working on it!
Have a great day.
Treecreeper :-)
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Posted over 2 years ago, 3 comments so far.
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All I knew was it was hot. The kind of hot that stifled breath, the kind that dried sweat before it reached your skin and left you a thirst that couldn’t be slaked.
Each breath I take, / each sound I hear, / each smile I see / is a gift / direct from your heart.
I dream. / I dream of his face. / I dream of the blood / that trickled in his eyes. / I dream of the crowd,
This is for my son Storm / who is the light of my life.
His eyes were a cruel, cold blue set deep beneath bushy eyebrows. His pale face was set in an expression of triumph.
Tiny or tall, / their magick is chaos / childlike and free / as the breeze / that whispers / through the trees.