I think of you
as always,
it seems
- lately.
I don’t count years,
tears
or beers.
This is the doozy year.
The year of make
break!
live/die
burn all bridges
grow-year.
Lets fucking do this…
I’m in.
Count me..
Hand up here!
Note to Reader:
Three people seem to have put their hand up for the self improvement course at the TAFE.
I am not sure which TAFE that is but I can find out and let you know before the interval of twenty minutes.
I am pretty sure that course works. I have seen people go and noted changes.
There are two schools of thought:
It Is Possible To Love Yourself
V
Don’t Try - It Might Work
School of Philosophy
Hi Coral. It's lovey to meet a fellow Australian even if from the other side of the continent.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your poetry here very much. It has that direct and raw, quintessentially Australian feel. Lord knows you may not be Australian despite offering WA as your address. Still I love the power of your words and look forward to reading more.
Thank you Elizabeth. I am Australian generations +. I live in Bayswater a suburb of Perth but about to return to live in my birth and home town, Kalgoorlie. So I looking forward to that poetic experience. Your words of enjoyment have arrived just in time as I said to a friend yesterday I think I will give up poetry -it is doing my head in!
ReplyDeleteThanks again for visiting my blog.
See you round the traps.
Coral