Build a Wall

When all is harsh too loud, too much, too terrible, too sad… Build yourself a wall with sand and water Immerse your skin in salty sea Bathe in rays of sunshine gold Lie beside yourself expanding into endless horizons Feel the pull of tide And Moon And time Let go, be still, be free

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In This Wildness

In this wildnessThere is wonderThere is space,To take breathTo gather hopeTo pauseand dreamof better daysTo pauseand rememberThe only dayIs now, is hereBeing presentBeing aliveIn this wildness 6/1/22 Helen Edwards

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Towards the Horizon

We were all in pain,drawing ourselvesfrom our beds,Wiping silent tearsfrom our cheeks,Seeing only SorrowThinking only SorrowFeeling only Sorrow,Until, we noticed,The children,watching, hearing, feeling, waiting, for our words,for our hands,for our eyes to see them,to guide them,to hold them,to help them findreasons for joy,for hope…We noticedThe childrenAnd we raised our facesto the sky,And we clasped their…

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Look Up, Look Up, My Darlings

Summer Solstice On this Summer Solstice, look up at the sky and be grateful for the miracle of our earth and each other. Remember when you were small and you thought days would never end, when you saw fairies and believed in magic, remember how you lingered for the love of it all. Look up,…

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Seek The Small Spaces

It has been a complicated year to say the least and there have been many things increasing our anxiety and threatening our happiness. In recent days, our youngest child ended primary school and amidst the letting go and excitement and joy, the last minute regrets and the sadness about covid stealing so much from us,…

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She Breathes Autumn

Autumn Trees a Poem by Helen Edwards AUstralian Children's and YA Author and Freelance Writer

Over on twitter, one of our #AusWrites prompts this month is to describe autumn using senses other than sight. Here’s mine. Come and join us for beautiful support and lots of fun! Search #AusWrites She breathesSweet comfort-filledEarth takes awayBitternessOf SummerFadingWinter’s fingersBrushing ever soLightlyAcross her faceWinds ridingDown throughValleysRustling amongstFalling leavesTaste of sweetApplesOn her lipsShe breathes **Image DescriptionRed-gold trees stand…

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