Lily

Melbourne, Victoria, AUSTRALIA


Joined October 17th 2006

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i waited for a river and a teardrop arrived

About Me
update: Aug09

Bio Creative spirit, writer, poet, expressionist, black dog handler, i can be shy and reclusive or exuberant and bright, depending on which way the light bends.

New Blog at http://lilylive.wordpress.com

also at twitter @lilyofoz
and @myarspoetica (strictly poetry)


things i seek:
grace
joy
wonder
peace
beauty

this one i want back
innocence

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6th April

The last grain of sand slid through the hourglass. 'We gave Time time, now to blow glass bubbles that hold eternity.'

7th April

The rabbits and chickens and donkeys and priests and pagans and bohemians met at the local hall to work on a joint quilt for the sick kids.

8th April

The push to be writing poems, but I'm too busy experiencing them.

12th April

The time would come when the gong would sound and the resonation would free all the trapped birds in her chest.

14th April

Life gorges on her unhappiness and she blooms fountains of tears to drink from. This bound warrior, this nurturer of sorrow.

16th April

'We want the real thing!' they shouted at the dreamweaver.

16th April

We have hung out our angst and stockpiled many leaden hearts. Surely that's worth something. Realize one dream before we die.

25th April

Hushing the wind chimes; moving day.

lily © 2012

@myarspoetica (poetry only)
@comettailrider (interactive, rambling)

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My muse was quiet during March. Perhaps they knew I was packing up my jigsaw puzzle life getting ready for one herculean move. The rest of my poetry either escaped by the skin of their pinky, or could be found floating above my bed at night when it would come freely and effortlessly. This often happens when I'm exhausted.

28 February

View from a high branch: anxious stallholders, chatty women share recipes, philosophers with furrowed brows, a little girl holds a pinwheel.

5 March

The floor started to undulate & everything she owned rippled out of the door. All that was left was a shard of the moon & a droplet of sun.

8 March

I am wandering in the land of stories. I drag a sledge-hammer to break open the rocks that hold them.

15 March

She drew crosshatch squares all over the walls of the house. ‘Why are you doing that?’ ‘To give them something to see through.’

27 March

Everything goes back home when I sleep.

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lily © 2012

@myarspoetica (poetry only)
@comettailrider (interactive, rambling)

April poems coming soon.
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1 Jan

The sink was full of pots and dishes and lipstick stained glasses. The cutlery drawer was empty. She sips from her half full coffee mug.

1 Jan

I believe in you. The words circled her head and came to rest in her palm. Outside in a window-box, the sapling uncurls a new leaf.

2 Jan

With the heatwave expected to last three more days, she puts out water for the birds, and keeps her bath full.

5 Jan

Tonight a song entered the room of souls. A song about a little girl sleeping with a night light on, and lavender.

6 Jan

She weaves smiles through the jasmine vine, and breathes innocence upon the swaying pine tree.

9 Jan

Surefooted on the deck, he looked out over the sea. ‘The sun will shine through eventually’ he told himself, even as the icebergs closed in.

(for Captain Paul Watson of the Sea Shepherd fighting for our ocean, whales and dolphins).

9 Jan

The morning sun shone through the fraying dusty curtain. Ashes in a dark musty cupboard.

11 Jan

Our words rise a little off the ground like a kite. Sometimes the wind heeds the call home of mother.

11 Jan

It rained wild at dawn, the storm lasted all day. She sat in her chair at dusk & watched the sunlight tiptoe over the court. A dove coos.

13 Jan

What they really wanted to say was in the #hashtags #hashtagosophy

13 Jan

‘You are original like a snowflake, and deep as an iceberg.’ She had fallen out with similes and lived in the hot countryside.

14 Jan

A sleeping tambourine’s jingle. A drum tuned & unplayed. A heart ready for love.

14 Jan

The rash was still on her feet after three days. She wondered if she’d brushed against something while listening to the sorrow-birds.

19 Jan

The long winding road is forking, weathervanes spin & spin. Rain clouds; the stormy waves of the sky. We’re a long way from the city lights.

20 Jan

‘I just want to stop! she cried out in the carpark. And she sat and let her body unfold, a passenger on the slow train of time.

28 Jan

The dark mountain released the weary traveler. The train snaked slowly through the valley, lighting up towns along the way.

lily © 2012


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December 2011; Flashes in the Pan

January 8th 2012 02:26
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NaNoWriMo; twitter poetry bytes

November 8th 2011 23:32
It's NaNoWriMo. It's November, the month where writers whip their muses into shape, hoping to write that novel or poem that will rocket them out of the slums of their life.

Today is the 9th of November, and by all hoops and porpoises I should have written 9 poems at twitter. Though 5 is nice, in that half of 10 kind of way


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A Cast of Residue

September 13th 2011 12:15
Each were predator, each were prey. Each had a cry 'I'm not the smallest, I'm not, i'm not.'

~*~

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Tail Lights in the Rain

July 18th 2011 10:54
We dwell in the roots to understand the branches that seek the sky.

The robot pulled down the blankets, tucked in the children & read them a story of a time when people ate together at tables and laughed


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When the Death Train Whistles

May 20th 2011 01:55
Death sat on her shoulder hitching a ride everywhere. She would put it down when it grew heavy and made it walk on its own.

Few words for the way i am feeling, i'm letting the madness take me to the garden. Count the i's, give me a flower for every one


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The Courage of Dreaming

March 25th 2011 13:58
The Power of Gentleness and The Slow Manifesto. Two brave titles.

Threading a silver hair, she wove it through her childhood reveries


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The Art of Paying Attention

January 25th 2011 12:49
So my muse was slothing around my house eating peanuts and making a deep impression upon my couch, when I stumbled upon this project through twitter called A River of Stones, the idea to write one small stone a day for all of January. The intention is to really pay attention to one small thing, and write a ‘stone’, a small piece of writing about your observation (eg. a sentence, a small poem, a haiku).

I've written 24 'stones' so far, with a week to go. It's been harder than I first thought to really settle into a moment and write down how it feels to be fully 'there' without wandering off to dreaming of which I tend to do, my instinct falling to daydream when writing poetry


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Comment by Lily
on FLOODS IN BRISBANE

January 12th 2011 13:08
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Comment by Lily
on FLOODS IN BRISBANE

January 12th 2011 12:34
I'm in Melbourne, apparently Vic and NSW are going to cop some big rain tomorrow, so the media says. We had a short pour down today, affected more inland though, so yeah, lets see what tomorrow brings.

Just wanted to check you were ok, prayers are definitely going up for all the flood affected people, how awful for them. I wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight if I knew water was rising around my house.

Btw, I read all your posts too, i'm a subscriber. Great to hear you will be writing more. You're GREAT AT IT!



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Comment by Lily
on FLOODS IN BRISBANE

January 12th 2011 12:10
Sometimes peoples reaction to tragedy is to laugh. It's usually to save face or to hide the helplessness or fear they feel. I hope you're dry and safe tonight Dean. You may remember Ash and Lilla from Orble, I've been in touch with them and they're ok. If you feel overwhelmed, try and talk to someone ok, lots of people prepared to help. I'm all ears, & you know where to find me.

~lily

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Comment by Lily
on FOR ANGRY MR. PATRICK (THE ARTIST)

December 5th 2010 06:05
you've cornered an uneasy point dean; most of us are hypocrites..

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Comment by Lily
on UNDER THE MOON FESTIVAL

October 5th 2009 08:44
and the moon would be yellow and daunting, and it would look like a giant ball of yolk just about to dip itself on the city.

i LOVED this part, i read it first as 'drip', which i like better than dip, yolks drip, or are dipped into.. twobobsworth

no sparklers allowed? what? NEVER!!

~lily

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I squinted, pointing at the guy with big eyes. “I feel so sorry for you.”

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Comment by Lily
on Kismet Way

August 13th 2009 02:26
thanks for reading Kristin, have a beaut day!!

~lily


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on Wishes do Come True! Daria's Coming to DVD!

July 23rd 2009 23:33
i LOVE Daria, good news!

~lily


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Comment by Lily
on Do you prefer the ocean, the mountains or ... ?

June 1st 2009 05:51
haha perfect!!!
i'm looking for new digs

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Comment by Lily
on Do you prefer the ocean, the mountains or ... ?

June 1st 2009 05:36
born by the seaside
live in the valley beside a beautiful mountain
how does one choose? i can't





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