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Longings It arrives in sleep, this deepest longing, repressed, forgotten how much I used to love the simplicity of green and blue against the sun It arrives in sleep, this innate remembering, still alive within my core, and I am a smaller version of myself, […]
Illusions They say you are gone but I know you are only out in the garden, going for a walk, enjoying the sun They say you are gone but I know you are only just around the corner peering at the doves in the tall […]
Memories
In years to come
when my bones are brittle
but my memories clear,
I don’t want to be the last one
who remembers blue skiesIn years to come
when my heart beats slowly
but my memories are crisp,
I don’t want to be the last one
who witnessed the wild,
before we eliminated all
the animals and birdsThe majestic, myopic rhino;
the elephant, whose memory
will outlast mine;
the fat galah waddling pink
across my lawn, strutting
its own importance to
a watching cockatoo;
the bee now replaced
by a pollinating drone
because politicians
thought humans had
dominion over EarthIn years to come
when the ice has melted
from our consuming hearts,
I don’t want to be the one
who remembers
we did nothing.
© Tanya Southey
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Dreams The night is made for dreaming; stars puncturing the sky, the gentle rocking of the oarless boat drifting to the place that knows no time I will meet you where the crickets dwell on a summer’s night, as they sing their song to the […]
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