A new day ahead

Drifting out the window

As thoughts go

By

A coffee in hand

Brunch on the table

Writer’s block

As the clock ticks on

Relaxed breath

Awaits

As time slips away

Now the rush settles in

Bags packed

Uniform on

A planned routine ahead

As I board

A rumbling tram

Motions are set

Moving forward

Music playing

Book being read

Those last hours of play and work

Hath arrived

As I serve snacks

Belonging to the afternoon

Hand out activities

Tick off names

Giggle, laugh, act out silly

Help with behaviour,

Manners and study

Day turns to night and parents bolt in

Tidy and clean

Packing and organising

A day to the close

Back I go

Towards my rumbling tram

 For home

Greeted by a meowing cat

Demanding for a

Pat, food and love

A meal upon the evening hour

 In front of the small screen

Before time comes

I stumble along to bed

Sleeping and dreaming

Of a new day ahead.

When your heart speaks

The trees go by me as

Though I’m going

No where

They are taller than

My dreams

Will

Ever reach

As I stumble through their

Leaves on the

Ground

I seek what they have

In this

Ever-changing world

A path laid out

F or them

As they have been

Planted

As I listen to my heart

I hear what it

Says

In taking each step with

A

Readying pace

A stride that takes

All that it needs

To be lifted

And to grow

Where it stands

Where footsteps left have

Been pondered

And followed

In knowing my path

Is there waiting for

Me

I will choose strength, love and courage

As my fellow

Travellers,

My guides and

My light

As it is your heart

That holds

Your stories

Treasures

And dreams

Once it speaks

You will know

What it is

Saying

Emma Phillips

01/01/2013

Dirt, Dust and Sun

In Melbourne town

Things seem clean

Footsteps walk the

Unbroken path

The familiar road

And the heart that lies here

Closing my eyes

I see another place

In it I picture

Orange Dirt,

Dust

And

Sun

I can already smell the bush,

Feel the heat and hear the

Quiet

Something creeps into my mind

My eyes open and I see

The unknown

That lies ahead

“Don’t go” it says

It might be easier

To take a different path

Resist adventure

And stay

Wait for another voice

Resting on your shoulder

Whispers closer

Still

“It’s time”

Anxieties awaken

As such time draws

Near

Landing safely

With exploring eyes

The sun hits as you see

You’re here

Travelling through a world of

No where

The destination soon

Comes closer

Upon arrival

You picture yourself

In a child’s paradise

A peaceful place

Home for the six weeks

In which you have been

Given a task

The weight of that

Privilege

Soon takes hold

You know you

Can do this

And are eager to

Begin

A classroom

Awaits

Through

Children’s grins

Days now have

Truly

Gone by

Disbelief of accomplishing

Such a challenge

Children respond to you

For you

A gift that cannot be bought

A gift you give back

In realisation

That you now see them

For them

The bush is seen in

Their skin

Through their eyes

In their home

The dirt, dust and sun

Was there all 

Along

ADVENTURE WON!

Now back in cold Melbourne town

The warm paradise

Of Pigeon Hole days

Are seen through

Photographic memories

A distant place

Where a piece of my heart

Will always

Belong

Love and All

Tears down my cheek
Don't do you justice
Those tear drops 
Fall into my mouth 
As though 
I'm swallowing pain

I crawl towards the floor
Into my own arms 
Because there is no one else
There

I want to sing and scream 
Your name to 
Allow you 
In

But take a breath 
and wait

For the sun to rise
And direct me
Somewhere closer to 
Your heart

Allowing me to remember
Who you are
And who we are
Even if I cry to 
Miss you

Somewhere you are here
Your presence
Guidance
Friendship 

Love and all 

Your Judgement Eyes

Your judgement eyes peer down

They look upon me

As someone you don’t know

Stare and contemplate myself as though

You know me

But don’t

Your judgement eyes look like slits

Of anger

And of resentment

To what I might have

And you might desire

Without knowing

Your judgement eyes seek truth

Through an unassuming world

Of thoughts that lead

To battles, wars and fights

Without realistic reality

Your judgement eyes only see

What’s in front of them

And not

What is complete

 But of half the situation

Those eyes that judge are blind

Blind to what is real and true to

Who that person is

That you decided

To look upon

But could not and do not

See