There are days when the tragedy of life is too great to bear
When win some, lose some just won’t cut the mustard.
Winsome-wearied, weathered and worn
She hailed a taxi.
Time to get the hell out of this hateful hole
Before it swallowed her whole.
Bright skies before her, burning sun
Radiant beauty of migrant birds in flight-heading for a warmer winter shore.
Leaving was the answer of this she was sure.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This painting from Artistic Interpretations at imaginary garden with real toads. I think this one reminds me of the place she was leaving.
And you know it is hard to climb
Sitting in the starlight,
And love turned to stone
When you left the valleys behind
And all that you can do
Is smile at the moon
And start the climb
Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse open link night.
d’Verse open link
So today on Friday 13th of January our furniture is scheduled to leave Whangarei exactly 11 years to the day we arrived. We drove over the Brynderwyns on Friday 13 Jan 2006 and saw the vista of Whangarei and Mount Manaia for the very first time. I actually began to write this poem many years ago when it became clear to me that when leaving to pursue our dreams we inevitably leave behind places and people that we have grown to love and cherish.
Arohanui. Great love to all. XXXXXX