Biography of Colleen Wright
I have lived in the country and along the coast of 'the lucky country', Australia, and been blessed to have had many various experiences.
Currently I am living on the Queensland Sunshine Coast.
As a result I have grown to appreciate the earth, people, animals, and plants etc, of which I believe we so often take far too much for granted.
Poetry is a wonderful form of expression and communication, and something of which has given me, and others much pleasure.
I am most grateful to our creator for all I have been given.
I dedicate my poetry to my three wonderful children, their familes, those closest to me, and my precious and much valued friends [you as readers also - thank you! ] who have inspired and encouraged me to write many of my thoughts, feelings and experiences.
To all - enjoy life, see the good, feel for those less fortunate and be happy.
Colleen Wright. T.G.
Colleen Wright Poems
Drought In Australia
Drought in Australia. The Khaki 'strides' upheld only by the leather plaited belt, the colours in the checked cotton shirt and the Akubra felt
Farewell To My Dad.
Farewell to my Dad. A couple of things that you should know, if and when, to the next life you must go.
Diamonds From Heaven
Too many long scorching summers of unending heat have passed and burned away hopes - no rain – defeat.
Why and how do I love thee? I love your good heart, you see I love the look of you - for me.
The Fast Growing Rose
Yes, maybe you should beware of the rose that grows too quickly, As the fragrance could be too over-powering, too strong or sickly.
My dear old Dad used to say, 'ya gotta e cruel to be kind', and of that understanding I found very hard for me to find, until into my life you came along and I now fully understand the song.
A Surprise Before Your Eyes
A Surprise before your Eyes! My elderly Aunt May came to have dinner at our house and she was, as usual, not like that of a quiet little mouse.
A new vessel has not character nor history, however, an older one has wisdom and leaves mystery. The worn and cracked vessel will dropp water for the seed to grow,
My New Poetic Friend
For my new poetic friend - a special man I've met not so long ago, - a tall, lean man with a wonderful smile - I see it - you must know. I hope you smile when you read my poor prose, and when I ask you to write too - there'll be no 'no's.
Nalini Out of the blue and from across the world arrived a beautiful girl Nalini, to my computer without warning or expectation there she was in writing.
Enthused. Your appreciation for nature and the written word is to be bettered by very few I have seen or heard,
Love is when we are compelled to stop - to hear and see what it is that has caught our attention so unexpectedly. It is when we must stop – to gaze and to listen
Standing Out In The Crowd
Standing out in the Crowd As if an aura surrounding it's halo, the most beautiful one does stand out in the crowd of so many alluring others, and mixes happily, play together, and for more make room.
Twinkle Toes. A big, blue, bouncing, baby boy arrived late, on this earth, and simply slept, ate and gurgled with laughter and mirth.
A new vessel has not character nor history,
however, an older one has wisdom and leaves mystery.
The worn and cracked vessel will dropp water for the seed to grow,
but the glossy new vessel will not yet have love nor a story to show.
As with an aged wine, maturity shows strength and character,
does the human being grow to have that most important factor.