Wishing
for sunset
to weave me
into memory
of her triumphant story
Never
forgetting
songs of sore fingers
waiting for mercy’s respite
She
is sunset’s daughter
sunrise’s sister
weaving freedom’s future
(c) June Perkins
Wishing
for sunset
to weave me
into memory
of her triumphant story
Never
forgetting
songs of sore fingers
waiting for mercy’s respite
She
is sunset’s daughter
sunrise’s sister
weaving freedom’s future
(c) June Perkins
34 pages of art, story and poetry on Queensland drawn from June Perkins blogs and including some never before shown art.
All part of a journey of learning by doing, more ebooks, coffee table books, prints, and other books to nurture the soul etc on the way.
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If we can harvest the moon
should we
Or should we let it continue to be
the harvest moon
Not the harvested moon
Mr Twain says that lies can travel
half way around the world
whilst truth puts on it shoes
hoaxes of celebrity
deaths that never happened
come to mind
people fight manipulation from
papers and towering billboards
they want the truth before they make decisions
not gift wrapped lies
for dreams
the moon looks down on all
she thinks
harvesting the truth
could call for Hermes
and his winged shoes to bring
us back stories
we can believe
(c) June Perkins