Auckland Poetry

I may be weak, but I am not brittle
My thoughts are deep, I speak not in riddle
I smile through tears you may not see
My strength comes from my soul that bleeds
Although I may seem bright and bold
Tragedy, within me unfolds
And yes I bow my head and cry
I question the values that lace my life
To focus on where I want to be
The realisation of inner peace
Is it a myth, just another dream
Or can it become a reality?
A surge of warmth, a spray of hope
Encouraging me, to never let go
Clinging to this tranquility
I begin to heal
Through His Love for me

© Tina G

Paris, Mon Amour

My partner’s gone up to Lisbon to see her daughter and
visit relatives, I know this isn’t true, she is going to
a wedding in Paris, I wasn’t invited and she didn’t like to
tell me that. I’ve painted the hall and living room,
tomorrow I’ll paint the kitchen, then the wall around
the house, the yard and finally the wooden shutters.
When she comes home I’ll sit and read the paper,
no big deal, doing a bit of painting. If she tells me where
she has been I’ll look surprised.
Still, I would have liked to have seen see Paris,