Helen Gaudin Poems
- Haiku 10/01/2017 -new-
- Quiet Space Outside the busy world clatters, chatters and ...
- Haiku #5 05/07/2016
- Haiku #22 - 22/07/2016
- Drenched Green Green; dripping Grey; lowering Damp; ...
- Fractals And Spirals Fractals and spirals Trap the eye and ...
- Te Maunga And Te Moana My brother the mountain My brother ...
As a child, I remember sitting in the back yard with a lined A4 School Exercise book and pencil and telling my father I was going to be a writer when I grew up as I frantically scribbled down ideas that danced in my head. I remembered the all the stories I read and retold them to my younger sisters. Over the years I drifted away and then back to putting my thoughts into words. The dance between my imagination and the actual process of writing wax and waned as the demands of daily life pulled me in different directions. Over the last few years I have once again returned to laying down into the light the words that dance in my head. more »
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Out in the darkness
Morepork's plaintive call resounds
A shadowed night song