Colleen Wright Poems

Drought in Australia.

The Khaki 'strides' upheld only by the leather plaited belt,
the colours in the checked cotton shirt and the Akubra felt
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Farewell to my Dad.

A couple of things that you should know,
if and when, to the next life you must go.
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Too many long scorching summers of unending heat
have passed and burned away hopes - no rain – defeat.
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Yes, maybe you should beware of the rose that grows too quickly,
As the fragrance could be too over-powering, too strong or sickly.
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Why and how do I love thee?
I love your good heart, you see
I love the look of you - for me.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Enthused.

Your appreciation for nature and the written word
is to be bettered by very few I have seen or heard,
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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,
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