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Rain
Rain

I know you’re tired,
lurching from one exhausted moment
to the next, rushed 
through life
like a cloud 
at the mercy of the wind…

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PoetryMary Walker17 November 2018lullaby for mothers, rain, motherhood, surrender and letting go, resilience, trusting lifeComment
Limbs
Limbs

Sleepless elbows and knees find my hip, 
shin, and the tender bone under my eye, 
my body remembering a knot of child 
kneading my bladder, stealing my breath, 
stamping footprints on my belly…

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PoetryMary Walker13 September 2018lullaby for mothers, motherhood, aging, loss, love
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View fullsize QUIET

Only in quiet will you hear it,
the undercurrent, the base note
on which your song is built.

Only when still will you see it,
the flicker of light, the quick darting 
movement of your Otherself.

Only at ease will you feel it,
the subtle shif
View fullsize That magical morning, up early to watch the sun rise, taking photos of the sky, and the way the light played on the grass.... and what's that? 

From the other side of the paddock, it seemed to be a fallen branch, but there was something strange abou
View fullsize HOLD STEADY

It’s not others that threaten your flame
but your own ceaseless moving.

Hold steady long enough 
for your flickering light to settle.

Are you pouring everything into staying alive?
Trust life has you and spend it all on burning b
View fullsize New beginnings continue to inevitably, magically, coincide with me finding a nest. 

This one was right at my front gate. It would have been woven in the branches of the front hedge last spring, meaning I have passed it hundreds of times without seei
View fullsize Last night I had an unsettling dream for the second time. Walking home in the dark on our rural road, seeing a car parked ahead which then drives away but returns and drives past me over and over, driving with its lights off in the dark. I can't quit
 

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