the letter box

The letter box stands alone, forgotten,
well worn, rusted,
remember when the postie
came more than once a day?
and when he "posted" your mail
the sound of his whistle pierced the air,
how times have changed
you now need a mouse to read your mail/email
I dont know about you, but I prefer the good old days
of finding a long long hand written letter,
addressed to you!
the bunch of the catalogues telling of the latest
specials,
I feel sad, seeing the lonely, letter box
neglected, with stories
that will never be told,
memories locked in the rusted key
just waiting for the a can of WD40
to come to the rescue
and unlock those memories!!

Vicki Thornton October 2009

aromatic memories

I can recall many aromas
that take me back, to times past
brewing coffee, bread baking,
aromas filling the senses
ah yes, remember the school lunch?
from the school bag?
the freshness of newly mowed grass
vege gardens, the scent of flowers
the fresh clean smell of the local
dry cleaners,
clothes on the line
freshened by sunshine
there are thousands more
aromatic memories
ah yes, what wonderful story tellers.

Vicki Thornton October 2009

I can only imagine

I can imagine
veils of darkness
splintered innocence
shattered dreams
confusion, choices,
journeys, reaching
I can only imagine...
shattered glass
sharp pain
piercing, the soul,
broken, spinning
life in glass.

Vicki Thornton October 2009

words can paint...

Words can paint what the eyes cant see,
words can be many colours,
like emotions,
our eyes are the windows to
our inner being,
secrets, stories,
hidden, within the hands of time
words can be creative
like an artist painting
a picture, with palate of
many colours, imagination,
mixing, imprinting
on the canvas of life's journey.

Vicki Thornton October 2009

eternal hope

The seed was planted,
it was nurtured and watered
as the stems grew
the branches became knarled and rough
the growing was hard
light shone from above
creating diamonds
on the soft green leaves
quenching the dry places inside
finding refreshment and renewal
as the plant grew stronger
finally reaching skyward
revealing a sweet fragrant bloom
of eternal hope and peace.

Vicki Thornton October 2009