Birds of a Feather
They said I was the good little girl
Colouring within the lines
Going through the motions
Quietly dreaming of another time.
I was gonna be happy forever
I was gonna be part of a great team
I was gonna be a great story
But now I’m somewhere in between.
This is the path I’ve chosen
The years have welded together
I don’t know how it happened
A life-like birds of a feather.
I am suspended in animation
alone with my imagination.
On Writing Poetry
Da-duh. Da-duh. Dah-duh, My finger taps.
A Word Art race. Scurry across my eyes
Like math, dancing into a rhythmic sequence
They say mean it, do you know what I mean?
My heart’s static. A buoy in the ocean
Floating, drifting – a gypsy vagabond
Words tornado our binding emotion
Beckoning your aching heart to respond.
Someone said your soul should orate your truth
Let your heart hug people – join the chorus
Animate the philosophy of youth
But please please, do your best not to bore us.
Our brain is the marionettist of life
And our fingers bear the unwanting strife.
If it’s quite alright, my darling
I’ll remember the time we met
A lakeside Autumn, so charming
If it’s quite alright, my darling
You offered your hand for dancing
Weaving in a timeless duet
If it’s quite alright, my darling
I’ll remember the time we met.
Sunflower
I am tall and yellow.
How far does the blue sky go?
The twitter of the Chickadee’s
Dance through the mighty white oaks
Awakening the forest,
and I stand tall and yellow.
I try to burst from the earth
Turn and face the sun
I feel the heat
and worry the drought
Won’t let her cry.
I am tall and yellow.
I bring the joy and sparkle
A thousand suns
Planted in eternal fields
I try to stand tall
I try to stay yellow
I hope for tomorrow.
I am a sunflower fellow.
Elements
Wind
Carries fear
Breaks the silence.
Rain
Blurs lines
What is happening?
Fire
Blackens life
The ashes remain.
Earth
Turns tides
History is repeating.
Twenty Little Poetry Projects: 2020
The Earth is holding her breath
But it’s okay we have another on standby
The television tells us she’s ringing
Wake up and smell the bacon
Taste the truth. She’s quaking.
In Melbourne 2020
We only have one Earth
But nothing’s bad going to happen
Right?! #stayathome
It’ll change if they do the same?
#stayathome
The good hear the call of danger
And act in order to change her.
The rain won’t wash it away
The heat won’t burn it out
It won’t buckle to the shouts
It’ll reach East, West, North, and South.
The Earth is holding her breath
Humans need to give her a rest.
Next year, we’ll gather the rosebuds of May
Climb mountains, and seize the day.
It’s the creative strength
That’ll battle the invisible
Right there from our window sills.
Dreams
In the dark of the witching hour
The moon beamed through her open door
And wafted across the snowy blanket
Falling deep in her chocolate hair.
Beyond her eyes, the world was spinning
Away in her highland castle
She followed the stag through the wood
Resting beside a babbling brook.
The colours filled her heart with warmth
Her eyes sparkled, she was happy
The stag stood bold, strong and tall
Among the rocky grey stones.
She dreamt of peace and harmony
She dreamt of the present and history.
Yeah
Sitting on the steps of Flinders
Her dress was the best mess
A shower of sunflowers unexplored
the snug caterpillars float
In little rocky sailing boats.
Yes, she was all alone
Lost in sea of epic emotions.
Places
Up in the hills of Merri Creek
Dancing around my red brick walls
I breathe in the eucalyptus
Listening to urban laughs and tram bells
Wrapped in blankets of holidays past
Dreaming of the day I can leave
Just so I can come home again.
Metaphorical Self-Portrait
I am the steeple’s rose
Lost in enigmatic love
I want to be that pig in mud
Playing in a sea of straw.
But I inhale the dragon
Stone-washed eyes
Mask frustration
As the fear burns.
The rose forgets to breathe,
When it’s caught in a breeze.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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