Sharing some of my recovery poetry. One poem (not this one) is in the After Yasi book.
I’ll collect them all together one day, for now with the passing of time I am able to revisit them.
He said, ‘you are not out of the ordinary if you feel a little apathy.’
She said, ‘it’s so cold as we’re still sleeping on our veranda.’
He said, ‘scaffolding arrived on Saturday mornings well before breakfast,’ then yawned.
She said, ‘Will we really have to leave?’
He said, ‘Let’s build our lives again’
She said, ‘I will sing ballads by the sea,’ she took her guitar.
He said,’Let’s salvage and rebuild’
She said, ‘Will you ring the insurance?”
He said, ‘Can I have a cuppa first?’
She said, ‘I’ll see all our memory moments every time we see this farewell couch’
He said, ‘Let’s give out medals’
She said, ‘So many quiet heroes’
He said, ‘banana prices are too high’
She said, ‘I’m going to meditate.’
He said, ‘Are you off to yoga?’
She said, ‘I’m going to see our daughter’
He said, ‘The papers say we’ll nearly all…
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