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POETRY

Sometimes I like to write, it's often very spontaneous and gives me a different kind of joy, when not painting.

When I get a flow I will write. Here are some of the words I have put together.  I am just collecting lots of words and felinas and putting them together, shifting and rearranging text, similar to when I create a collage.

I Hope you enjoy them.

Give it a try yourself if you haven't already!

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Me calmé y floté por todos los maravillosos animales en el delta de Okovanga.

Deslizándose a través de los aros de los juncos reflejados y los lirios perfumados de la noche

'I calmed, and floated by all the wonderful animals in the Okovanga delta

Slipping through hoops of the reflected reeds and night scented lilies'

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Sliver Birch con luz de cosquillas

en delicadas hojas

Danzas

El sol pega y tu estas

Sorprendentemente brillante entre un lúgubre

paisaje invernal

Allí para el tapping de un mes

antes de la primavera

De un rico y saludable néctar

Para el refugio de una dulce canción

pájaro

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Into the blue

That's you

Kind and clever

As ever

Oh how you are missed

But into the blue

You insist

 

Paradise lost is she

And into the blue 

Must be

 

Forever more

Leaving the shore

And into the blue

You persist

 

Swimming amongst turtles,

Mantas and fishes

Into the blue

True are your wishes

 

Following dolphins and a great white

One would think fright you might

But not

Little you 

Ecstatic in the blue!

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Are you looking or seeing?

Are you hearing or listening?

Are you trusting, your feelings

The joy of it, the hurt

Are you noticing

The light?

The light on a leaf, through a leaf 

The winter berries, like jewels (dazzling) glimmering on a breeze

On water, in water

The sound on water, in water

The water in between 

At first light the water in between petals and blades of fresh green grass

Hearing the shapes of autumn leaves as they crisply slide past one another as you shuffle your way through childhood memories

Hearing the sweet chirp of birds near and far 

embracing the light before it fades too early

In winter

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That’s my favourite rose,

Well actually

This is the one I love the most

…but my favourite is that one

The absolute best scent comes from this rose, the ultimate rose

I could die for this rose and the only reason to live is for this rose

The other  one, there…. the petals…If it wasn’t for that rose,  well 

This rose is outrageous

Don’t you just love the delicacy of this rose, the colour, the blousyness and heady scent of this rose just drives you wild, it must be my other favourite

Anyone would love it

Well did I say I have a favourite rose

You wouldn’t believe it if I told you…. It’s impossible to say

Whose nose?

Who knows?

Which rose!

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What an old dog

This old dog

 

Taught me this

Taught me that

Never judged me

Or made a comment 

On how I wear my hat

 

Helped me take the time to think

To appreciate all that life itself can bring

 

Showed true love, kindness, understanding and devotion

How to be slow

How to grow

How to grow old 

How to be patient

 

What an old dog

This old dog

My old dog

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