My Thoughts Bottle|Blog

Into the fog

This morning it was very foggy, which is pretty rare for little old Adelaide and this was definitely the heaviest fog I have experienced thus far in my lifetime. So of course, I jumped for joy at the opportunity to capture a familiar environment and turn it into newfound pieces of art, and went out…

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Pieces of the world – A poem

I think my skull would rattle if you shook it –
filled with an assortment of past things.
I’ll pluck and keep them as trinkets,
souvenirs, mementos of has been.
I fear losing thoughts, and days,
so I pocket reminders of each place I go
(in heart, in mind, in body, in soul).

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Submerged in water – A poem

I awoke with my head submerged in water,
ears blocked, the world locked out of my perception.
There’s a knock on a window somewhere but I can’t tell which one
this muffled echo is coming from – a pathetic attempt at a sound.
I’ve lost touch with my senses, like they’re running out of battery,
confused with each other, I can feel sounds but not hear them.

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Hidden voices – A poem

Anything can sound like a voice if you need to hear one –
kitchen white noise – the refrigerator humming,
creaks in the plumbing are less scary if you long for just someone
(anyone?) to hear you (maybe I heard footsteps on a creaky floor).

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