Author: Tanya Southey

November – Language: Words

November – Language: Words

Words I remember the words, the ones we sacrificed on the altar of love; the very ones we thought would keep us alive Intentions cast in stone, words turned to rock; pebbles now on the shrine of regret, we pick them up at four in […]

November – Language: Inspiration

November – Language: Inspiration

Inspiration Sometimes inspiration comes in a bolt, a light that stirs internally, and shifts the mood from low and slow, to joy Something so powerful should be vast and magnificent, but in reality, it is normally small; The way the slipping sun falls through the […]

November – Language: Meaning

November – Language: Meaning

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Meaning

Every word has meaning,
how do we all know, that
this is a pot or this is a clock?
From the sky, to the sea;
the way I say you,
the way you say me

Every word holds
something different for each;
perhaps in my joy,
there lies your grief;
here is my pain,
there is your dream

Everything holds meaning,
the way you sat in that chair,
a car you once drove,
a movie you loved;
which is why a thousand times
a day, I whisper your name.

© Tanya Southey
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October – Seasons: Autumn

October – Seasons: Autumn

Autumn Autumn came to whisper – clinging on is futile, all that is attached will once again fall upon the ground Autumn came to tell me – summer’s work was done and the time was now, to flow to fallow, and rest before the reawakening […]

October – Seasons: Winter

October – Seasons: Winter

Winter In the winter of the frozen prayers, when the leaves of language had fallen to the ground and dissolved within the pond of life, you still remembered how to say “I love you” In the winter of the barbed-wired heart when feelings took flight […]

October – Seasons: Summer

October – Seasons: Summer

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Summer

All those summers,
when innocence
was bronzed,
and love grew
ripe on apple trees

All those summers
when laughter,
dappled in the leaves
and everyone you loved
was whole and near
and vital

All those summers
now in black and white
and those remaining
ask “who is that?”
in the picture that
defined your life

© Tanya Southey
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October – Seasons: Spring

October – Seasons: Spring

Spring Wistful wisteria lays in wait, watching, not knowing that it is the day before the leaves appear Naked branches blanched in shyness, scrape the ice from the sky, and know it is the day before the leaves appear Frozen heart, locked in loneliness, sees […]

September – Dreams and Memories: Longings

September – Dreams and Memories: Longings

Longings It arrives in sleep, this deepest longing, repressed, forgotten how much I used to love the simplicity of green and blue against the sun It arrives in sleep, this innate remembering, still alive within my core, and I am a smaller version of myself, […]

September – Dreams and Memories: Illusions

September – Dreams and Memories: Illusions

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Illusions

They say you are gone
but I know you are only
out in the garden,
going for a walk,
enjoying the sun

They say you are gone
but I know you are only
just around the corner
peering at the doves
in the tall gum tree

They say you are gone
but I know you are only
floating on a cloud,
relaxed and at one,
contemplating the stars

© Tanya Southey
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September – Dreams and Memories: Memories

September – Dreams and Memories: Memories

Memories In years to come when my bones are brittle but my memories clear, I don’t want to be the last one who remembers blue skies In years to come when my heart beats slowly but my memories are crisp, I don’t want to be […]

September – Dreams and Memories: Dreams

September – Dreams and Memories: Dreams

Dreams The night is made for dreaming; stars puncturing the sky, the gentle rocking of the oarless boat drifting to the place that knows no time I will meet you where the crickets dwell on a summer’s night, as they sing their song to the […]

August – Travel: Myriad

August – Travel: Myriad

Myriad

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There is something
about travelling,
your feet touching
unknown ground
and the music
of that particular
patch of land
playing into your body

There is something
about awakening,
when you see yourself
In others, you in dark skin,
you with brown eyes,
a myriad of possibilities
in the lottery of life

I travel,
not to see places,
but to bring them
home with me

© Tanya Southey
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August – Travel: Strangers

August – Travel: Strangers

Strangers In a strange land the sky was not my own I wandered through the streets alone and no one looked like me In a strange land the food was not what I had grown; table for one, I dined a million miles from home […]

August – Travel: Meander

August – Travel: Meander

Meander Come take my hand, let’s meander with no particular destination on our compass; just endless possibilities of finding a hollow in the scrub of noise; a clearing in the trees Come take my hand, let me tell you of the hidden words that won’t […]

August – Travel: Destinations

August – Travel: Destinations

Destinations

Photo credit: Denise Smith – Made for walking. Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets).

Someone assumed,
given my youth
when I emigrated
that I was fearless

They were not to know
I spent years
calling Australia home,
before I had ever
tasted the water
or witnessed the red sand
crashing like waves
into the blue ocean

Soothing my fear
with the word ‘home’

They would look at me
quizzically and say:
“I had no idea you were Australian.”
and I would laugh and reply
“I am not, but I going to be.”

All destinations
are darkness
until we arrive

The great unknown
known
by arriving.


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August – Travel: Wanderlust

August – Travel: Wanderlust

Wanderlust Sometimes the anticipation of travel is more exciting than going; the thought that the sky may be wider than the pile of dishes blocking the horizon connecting beyond the mundane of “what should we have for dinner?” to the joy of sitting with a […]

July – Art and Music: Creation

July – Art and Music: Creation

Creation Random notes joined together, you created, living art Different shades, matching colours, uniquely you sound of blue Helix strand, filled with love, embodied now but eternal you © Tanya Southey #52words52weeks #monthlymusing   Please follow and like us:

July – Art and Music: Joy of Art

July – Art and Music: Joy of Art

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Suspended animation” Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets)

Joy of Art

Joy bubbles
in tiny movements,
holding a paintbrush
at a delicate angle,
the first gentle blue
on a blank canvas

Joy arrives
through the eyes,
glancing at the
wall filled with art;
drinking it in

Joy bursts
from the drum,
in the notes and keys,
as the band jams
out happiness
to a waiting crowd

© Tanya Southey
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July – Art and Music: Music

July – Art and Music: Music

Music I have a recurring dream, a place I have never been, achingly familiar, I know the curves of the hills; the trees call my name; the river has held the stars and the music speaks in a key that knows, notes float strung together […]

July – Art and Music: Symphony

July – Art and Music: Symphony

Symphony The squawking parrots open the first bars of morning, breaking the hush that held the night; the crows to my knowledge have never committed murder, except to screech intentions at an empty sky; the earliest dog walkers totter like treble clefs, led by their […]

June – Relationships: Lovers

June – Relationships: Lovers

Photo credit: Denise Smith “Leap of faith” Follow Denise on Instagram @deniselifeart or on FB Denise Smith (Photo Album – My Streets)

Lovers

You were my first love,
you held me like no other,
blanketed me with sky,
soothed me to sleep
in violet moonlight,
and told me we were spinning
through the stars

You were my first love
you kissed me with
crystal water and
whispered your faithfulness
over flooded rocks,
even the trees stood, rooted
and drank your beauty

You were my first love
you called me through your birds,
your sun knew how to
find my bones
when I had forgotten
I was made of flesh

You were my first love
and I breathed you in,
sharp air that fuelled my joy
and fed my creativity

You were my first love
wild oceans licking blue sky,
green grass the backdrop
for flowers that pulsed
their own colours

You were my first love
I had forgotten
striving, driving
out of my heart
alone in my head

I am coming back to claim you
for you never left

© Tanya Southey
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June – Relationships: Friends

June – Relationships: Friends

Friends On the riverbank, close to the source we met, the dawn still fresh and the river clear We clung to each other like otters as we moved through childhood waters As we grew, we all took different streams and now when the currents return […]

June – Relationships: Self

June – Relationships: Self

Self Every day you walk past my house the one you notice from the curb, nestled near the park in the quiet hush of the stoic gum tree, you admire the curated garden and the golden glow that the windows throw into the violet sunset […]

June – Relationships: Family

June – Relationships: Family

Family

As a small child
I made a big promise,
never to leave
my family, my town
my country or my faith

I abandoned them all
and flew away
to roles I had never imagined
in places I learnt of at school

My generation
sipped from the cup
of a western culture
and drunkenly conquered
the world as
we were told to do

We spoke a language
of growth
in a barren world

And now I return to
the weeping willow
and ask where are
the old ones
with the wisdom?

© Tanya Southey
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June – Relationships: Lost

June – Relationships: Lost

Lost It’s not that you are lost it’s that I am gone The way you made me laugh now floats somewhere over the lonely ocean It’s not that you are lost it’s just that I no longer see the moon the way I used to […]

May – Addictions: Craving

May – Addictions: Craving

Craving We’re all looking for the hit, maybe sugar or alcohol, or the glowing end of a cigarette between lonely lips millions of hands disconnected from their hearts, awaken reach first for their phones, and scroll through lives of the other searching online for the […]