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24 Tuesday Nov 2015

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imponderables, LIFE, loss, LOVE, Memory, Relationships

san Valentino sul portatileTrue love

True love what are you? Where are you?
You haunt each day, each think I do
But you’re elusive, out of reach
Beyond a wall I cannot breach
Just when I think that I’ll give up
You slip a sip from your sweet cup
You keep me running, drive me mad
For you’re the love I never had
I catch a glimpse and then you’re gone
But it’s enough to drive me on
You drive me mad what can I do?
I’ve no defences left ‘gainst you.

© Zoe Younger

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If all the sea ran dry…

10 Tuesday Nov 2015

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imponderables, LIFE, loss, LOVE, Love and Friendship, regret, Relationships

Wooded bridge in the port between sunrise.

If all the sea ran dry

Would I still love to go

out to sit upon the beach

near rocks that I love so?

do you believe I

ever would

regret?

(C) Zoe Younger

 

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Rumination

04 Saturday Jul 2015

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Australian bush, healing, imponderables, poetry, survival

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Which deeds would I change if I lived my life over?
Yes, a few – not a lot, I say thinking it over
For mistakes that I’ve made have caused changes in me
Which have made me today who I happen to be
Some things on the farm should have never been true
And some dire results haunt me all my life through
Yet the peace of the bush where we lived way back then
Taught me love for the country like those men of the pen
The dust, rock and gum trees, the freedom I feel
With the wind in my face have a quiet appeal
Hearing only the calls of a bird on the wing
When I’m there on my own I can hear my heart sing
Yes things happened to us that cause strong men to kneel
Yet my love of the bush I’m sure helped me to heal
Not just when the pain was too much to go through
And an innocent child found ‘numb’ easy to do
My mem’ries are scanty of the bad things back then
But bush wonders discovered I can relive again
Any time my heart aches I can be in that place
Under blue sky and red gum, gentle breeze on my face.

© Zoe Younger April 2008

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Green

06 Wednesday May 2015

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IMG_1959I love green as all my friends and many acquaintances know. So much so that this picture shows part of a ‘basket of green’ wedding present!

How about you? What do you think of when someone says green? Glittering emeralds, lush foliage, butter soft moss, deep seas, cute frogs, velvet soft grass, crème de menthe, malachite, limes, asparagus, clover, the 40 shades of Ireland? So many greens, so little time.

What’s not to like about green? As always, there’s another side to the story. Envy, verdigris, naivety, green-around-the-gills nausea, often the colour of poison, that ‘science experiment’ in the fridge, green-eyed aliens…

So what’s the consensus? As with so much in life there are the good, the bad and indifferent. Few things are all good or all bad. It’s a matter of perspective, seeing things through the eyes of your past, your experiences.

Wow! Who knew there was so much to say about Green! And yet, I’m sure there is a lot more.

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Inside

30 Thursday Apr 2015

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Autstralina bush, gum tree, imponderables, LIFE, Memory, Relationships

What do you see when you sit down beside the woman who’s there next to you?
Do you see the clothing that’s tired and old, the hair that is grey, white or blue?
Look deeper, look down to the inside, past the layers she puts on each day
Look deep in her eyes ‘til you see to her soul, on the inside where she hides away

Stripped down to the bare essentials, to the person who lives in her heart
She is fragile she’s soft and she’s gentle, a lover of music and art
She’s a shy little girl from the country, plain and simple yet unashamed
She loves flowers and birds and bees, her animals free and untamed

She’s a poet, a greenie, a mother – she’s never been scared of hard work
She’ll get down and dirty like you do – the toughest of tasks she’ll not shirk
She’s gen’rous when anyone needs her, with her wisdom, her time or her ear
She’ll listen to you when you need to talk, she’ll tell you what you need to hear

She’s a lover of truth and of goodness, a champion of those down and out
She’s compassionate, kind, empathetic – a hero of mine there’s no doubt
‘Neath the costumes she wears on the outside, the faces she’d rather show you
She’s vulnerable unprotected, so sometimes she’s sad and she’s blue

She’s defenceless ‘gainst cunning and guile, innocent, naïve as a child
Too trusting and meek to be left alone in the city so evil and wild
When she sees all the fighting and warring that goes on around all the world
She longs for the peace and the quiet she knew back when she was a girl

For the long sunny days in the country, the creek where the wind used to blow
Thru her curls as she sat or she swung on a vine, time passed by her going slow
The clean fresh dry air of the outback, bearing wattle and gum blossom smells
When safety was walking in bushland, kicking dust up – the tales she tells

Of the pranks that they pulled, the wood that they chopped, the fire they set for the night
Of the tales, tall and true, the words that they knew of the songs and the poems learned just right
Of laughter that rang in the night time, the giggles she heard in return
For the simpler days of her childhood, for her family her heart it does burn

She’s naked under her clothes, you know, bare as the day she was born
But her skin’s not so soft or so clear now, in fact it is wrinkled and worn
 Don’t forget in the worry and haste of this world we now live in – she’s tried and she’s rue
The unvarnished truth, do you dare to admit she’s your mother, she’s me – is she you?

Zoe Younger © 2007

 

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Rumination

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

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Australian bush, healing, imponderables, poetry, survival

Which deeds would I change if I lived my life over?
Yes, a few – not a lot, I say thinking it over
For mistakes that I’ve made have caused changes in me
Which have made me today who I happen to be
Some things on the farm should have never been true
And some dire results haunt me all my life through
Yet the peace of the bush where we lived way back then
Taught me love for the country like those men of the pen
The dust, rock and gum trees, the freedom I feel
With the wind in my face have a quiet appeal
Hearing only the calls of a bird on the wing
When I’m there on my own I can hear my heart sing
Yes things happened to us that cause strong men to kneel
Yet my love of the bush I’m sure helped me to heal
Not just when the pain was too much to go through
And an innocent child found ‘numb’ easy to do
My mem’ries are scanty of the bad things back then
But bush wonders discovered I can relive again
Any time my heart aches I can be in that place
Under blue sky and red gum, gentle breeze on my face.

© Zoe Younger April 2008

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What Mighta Been

28 Tuesday Apr 2015

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What Mighta been

Yes, I shoulda, and I woulda if I coulda
But I didn’t. It’s forever more fool me
Don’tcha wonder some? What mighta maybe hap’nd
If we’da chose our pathways diff’rently

Yes, I mighta ended up a diff’rent person|
I’m a New York Times Bestseller mighta been
With an Oscar, or a medal at tha ’lympics
So much more I mighta done, I mighta seen

I mighta gone to uni, been a teacha
Or a astra-naught who travels time and space
Would ya miss me if I wasn’t standing ’ere now
Guess ya’d have anuva body in ma place!

I mighta travelled all around them forren countries
Mighta sailed alone across the seven seas
Mighta packed it in and been a long haired hippie
Or a greenie chainin’ arms and legs to trees

If I’da chance to learn ta play the fiddle
Insteada learnin’ like I did to play the fool
You might be listenin’ now instead to lovely music
If I ‘da a bow insteada pen for tool

Can you see me with a dozen hungry chil’ren?
No? ’ow bouta hundred hungry hairy goats?
Or a zoo that’s full o’ scary lookin’ critters?
In a castle wearin’ fancy clo’es and coats?

Or I mighta married one of them there fellas
With money comin’ out ’is hairy ears
I coulda helped the basket spend his dollars
On a truck with fifty wheels ‘n a ’undred gears

I might not’a lost me teef or broke ma snoz hey
If I’da went ta school with scary nuns
But even then I think I wouldn’ learn much
Caus’ scary nuns, they gives to me tha runs

But the choices I ’as made has led me ’ere
On a different path we mighta never met
And we never woulda known what we was missin’
Guess its good ’cause that’s just one I don’t regret

Zoe Younger © June 2011

(Tongue firmly in cheek!)

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