I live in a town about two hours drive from Perth, Western Australia.
I am divorced with two children. Like far too many women, I had a bad and abusive marriage. Yet here I am, living proof that such a thing is survivable. and with two wonderful children to be proud of.
I Love reading and writing.
I have written many poems, short stories and even a novel.
I have been described as a Romantic-Realist.
When I write it is purely the emotions within me that I write about. However, not everything is about me. Many of the events, feelings and experiences that I write about are actually those of others that I know.
I write when an idea suddenly comes to me. It doesn't matter if it is the middle of the night or during the day, I just have to write till it is finished. I will check the grammar and do a spell check, but I very rarely make any changes to the poem.
I would like to think I am one damn good poet, but in reality, I think that I fall way short of that mark. In fact I might not even scrape in as a poet.
I have no classification or category that anyone who knows me could wrap me up and put me in.
I am a mother, a sister, a writer and a poet. A common enough grouping for many women, yet I am far more than just that. I am an emotion of love, flying high somewhere within the greatness of the universe. I am a thought created by the Great Mother, prepared to accomplish all things she requires of me for none are so great or miniscule that our importance will last long after our return to the comfort of her arms.
Whether we look up and out or down and in, it is all part of the one creation. Our world in total, within the vastness of the universe which places us in perspective among all things. We control nothing, no matter how great or important we may imagine ourselves to be. For what we are is what the Great Mother allows us to be. A temporary being on a transitory planet within a finite space.
I am divorced with two children. Like far too many women, I had a bad and abusive marriage. Yet here I am, living proof that such a thing is survivable. and with two wonderful children to be proud of.
I Love reading and writing.
I have written many poems, short stories and even a novel.
I have been described as a Romantic-Realist.
When I write it is purely the emotions within me that I write about. However, not everything is about me. Many of the events, feelings and experiences that I write about are actually those of others that I know.
I write when an idea suddenly comes to me. It doesn't matter if it is the middle of the night or during the day, I just have to write till it is finished. I will check the grammar and do a spell check, but I very rarely make any changes to the poem.
I would like to think I am one damn good poet, but in reality, I think that I fall way short of that mark. In fact I might not even scrape in as a poet.
I have no classification or category that anyone who knows me could wrap me up and put me in.
I am a mother, a sister, a writer and a poet. A common enough grouping for many women, yet I am far more than just that. I am an emotion of love, flying high somewhere within the greatness of the universe. I am a thought created by the Great Mother, prepared to accomplish all things she requires of me for none are so great or miniscule that our importance will last long after our return to the comfort of her arms.
Whether we look up and out or down and in, it is all part of the one creation. Our world in total, within the vastness of the universe which places us in perspective among all things. We control nothing, no matter how great or important we may imagine ourselves to be. For what we are is what the Great Mother allows us to be. A temporary being on a transitory planet within a finite space.
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, and quote is "Happiness is just a frame of mind". - I am a 41 year old woman (Australia)
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- I have 226 comments, 86 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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Let me pick up my pen to write
To lay out my thoughts on paper20 lines, 1 comment, November 18 -
What value is there in glory now?
When a mother’s heart is broken25 lines, 1 comment, November 17 -
My Stories
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1034 lines, October 27. In 600-2000 words
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There was a time, long, long ago when dragons roamed the earth. Men lived in fear of these fearful creatures that were both daring and cunning Any unweary person who dared to venture outside after sunset was often taken and d1020 lines, 1 comment, November 19, 2008. In 600-2000 words
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Once upon a time there was a little girl. Although she had a brother and a sister she was very lonely. Somehow she seemed to know that there was something missing from her life for her days were long and hard, even painful bu835 lines, November 19, 2008. In 600-2000 words
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Ms Lez : Learning on December 13, 2008I found a great teacher in you. Be my teacher and teach me how...
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Cyber Artist on December 6, 2008Hi RikkiRae
I'm in Perth there's not many from the west here
I hope you enjoy your time here
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Errant Panther on November 24, 2008welcome to allpoetry, hope it helps you to develop your craft. hope you don't mind if I add you as a favourite being a fellow aussie and all.
