The Box

There’s a box, sitting in the corner
Long forgotten, dust sprinkling the top
Waiting for discovery, for the magic within
As the top is slowly pulled apart, dust scattering
A squeak, not a mouse though, deep within
A reverence almost, of the contents of the box
Long forgotten memories, a gasp of pure joy
As the treasures in the box slowly reveal
A child’s squeaky toy, the noise from before
A much treasured play thing, long forgotten
A shaky hand, reaching into the interior
Pulls it out, as if pure gold, puts it gently to the side
Reaches in again, pulls out a photo album
Browned with time, age in the crinkled corners
Images not forgotten, but stored within memories
Tinkling, a music box, cuddled within baby’s clothes
A little girls trinket, the ballerina dancing around
Dreams held within its contents, a little girls delight
A dress, pretty bow around the waist, lace on the hem
A party of six year olds, giggling, carefree, blue sky above
A gasp of disbelief, a dress wrapped within
Taken out and held in wonder and awe, white lace
Long missed but not forgotten, smell of lavender in the air
A hand reaching out, gently touching the old ladies
She turns to look at her granddaughter, tears in her eyes
Holds out the wedding dress, places it in her hands
It was never worn, a dream that ended with war
Another time, another era, a young girl with stars in her eyes
A brave young man, a woman who never forgot
A beautiful dress, cherished memories, a love long lost
Now another woman, stars in her eyes, a young man waiting
Gently holds this moment, reverently, her dreams to come
A lace wedding dress, years unfolding through mists of time
A young pregnant girl, a baby, born within a climate of war,
Marriage to another, a daughter cherished just the same
Now full circle, her granddaughter standing before her
Eyes so familiar, face a mirror image of one long ago
Memories blend with reality, once again she’s a young girl
Just starting life, living each day as it comes,
A young love that never died, held forever in her heart

Kaz

Day by Day

Laugh
Play
be a child again
Innocent
Happy
Carefree
In the moment
Don’t think of the future
Don’t fear
Just be here, now
Live with reality
Whatever reality is
Live with hope
Anticipation
Excitement
Every moment cherished
Don’t look for an end
Live right now
With only this moment
In time
Feel everything
Touch
Sound
Senses, all of them
Tuned in
To just this moment
A moment
In
Time.

Kaz

Ever Flowing

I look back and see how far I’ve come
A long and winding road, stretching for miles
Mountainous terrain lifts through the fog
A journey that has lots of ups and downs
A river that winds its way through the mountains
Sweeping me along some days, in a rush
And others drifting with the current, serene
Rapids come out of nowhere, plunging me under
But submerged are branches, leading me upward
It feels like I’m on a roller coaster, never still
It’s a journey that never ends, constantly learning
About me, about life, about the past and the future
Life is about personal growth, constant, flowing
A journey through life, ever evolving

Kaz

Chookie Girl

I took some photos this afternoon because I wanted an updated photo of chookie girl, originally called Mabel. I had two chickens, both battery hens so when they came to me they looked a bit scraggly. One chicken died but I still have the other chicken, who is quite a character. She clucks away to me in her own lingo and is determined that one day she'll get a claw into the house, which is going to remain a distant dream, little does she know. She has the run of the back yard, even though I have a chook pen down the back.





Chookies "house"



Part of my backyard



Chookie Girl (Mabel) - thinks she rules the roost!!

Kaz

A speck in time

Washing flapping on the line, soaking up the breeze,
Chookie going about her business, pecking at what only she can see
Leaves on the ground, left from a tree shivering in the cold
Grass, newly mown, scent in the air
Misty, avoiding the chook, nose to the ground, smell of something new
Ducks next door, fighting amongst themselves
A plane, gliding through the air, destination somewhere
Sounds of schoolchildren, free from restraints
The train blows its whistle, can’t possibly be late
Cars forever in motion, a road that constantly moves
A hive of activity, a little world within my hearing
A visual spectrum of the present, a sense of the now
Worlds within worlds, a microcosm of being.

Kaz

Life

***Please note that this poem is a dark one but I'm not about to do anything silly, like harm myself or commit suicide. It's just how I feel at the moment, not a reflection of anything I'm about to do***

Splashes of red on a white stark background
Pale skin, blood drained from its features
Sharp blades, stained and rusted
A bottle of pills, the label soaked with red
Fate, which was always going to catch up
Images in a mind trying to go blank
A lifeless body, vitality drained away
A cry that never left her lips, tears on her face
No chance to say goodbye, no wish to say goodbye
Just life that has slipped away, unable to explain
Why? Words still stuck in her throat
Never to see the light of day, too hard
Too overwhelming, too lonely, too unloved
Too late.

Kaz

The Present

Look around you, what do you see
Do you see the clouds, the sun shining
What do you see, do you see the trees
Branches reaching towards the sky,
Breeze ruffling the leaves, swaying gently
Do you see the birds, willy wag tail being cheeky
A cat sleekly gliding along, tail in the air
What do you see, grass beneath your feet
Green, tickling your toes, still slightly wet
Do you dance, unaware of anyone else
Do you feel the sun on your face, eyes closed
Hear the dog barking, yapping in the distance
What do you see, the river gracefully flowing
Sweeping along, forever never still
Do you paddle your feet, feeling the cold water
Laying on the river bank, smell of river and grass
Do you let the moment seep into your bones,
Aware only of the present, the sounds, the smells
The blissful awareness of time stopped, only the moment
Only the present, no past or future
But just that moment in time, river, grass and sun

Kaz