I wish
I could go back
In time
Appreciate you
Know you
Be you
Faultless lunacy
Yet upstanding
Source of radiance
Silver Goddess
Your shine has dulled
Your twinkle has gone
Your spark rays dismantled
Light captured
Shared
Eternally emblazoned
Memoriam aglow
On Saturday the 3rd of December in North Melbourne (Australia) at the Lulu Cafe and Gallery, the book launch and signing for “A New Beginning” anthology I have contributed to for Women Who Write will be happening:
Event: Women Who Write Melbourne Book Launch & Signing
I’m today’s featured author for Women Who Write as my short story piece will be in their first anthology. Click the link below to see more including a small taste of my work…
20th of October is the National Day on Writing.
For me writing is a form of therapy…it helps me get all the stuff churning in my mind on paper which is extremely freeing.
Something I wrote in light of current events…
© T. Altman 2017
Holding out the branch to me
Planted her for me to see
Connection to roots of old
Bound by blood ties he told
Of knowledge, peace and victory
This beautiful bounteous tree
Dedicated to Athena the Wise
Crowned over virgin guise
Hard core and bitter flesh
Just like memories I thresh
An eternal evergreen first track
Turns time and is bruised black
Golden source of the Old World
It sings to me of tragedies unfurled
Yet supplicants my feelings at odds
As it’s a gift of nature from the Gods
© Image and Poem: T. Altman 2017
Compulsively staring at the semi occupied mason jar
Dissecting with critical eyes its lurid contents
Tapping the lettered glass whenever I pass
Occasionally lifting to shake and peer –
Unable to rip away
Heart breaking and bouncing with every vibration
Vinegar water steeped to a furious vermilion
Thirsty for the twist – lift – pop
Take you down
Pervade the depths of me
Quench my thirsty resentment
Sinisterly sinew was the expectation
Smooth Saccharine the surmise
© T. Altman 2017
Hollow-checked whore
Grappling for more
Pinched and prodded
Bled but not bothered
Heart perpetually a stone
Will inevitably end up alone
(C) T. Altman 2017
Dear F
Things will change and you will be free.
No more suffocating your inner banshee.
Ignore what they say about your quirks.
No more pretending to hide what irks.
Allow you higher self to shrine through.
Because no one else will do.
Love T
© Image and Text – T. Altman 2017
My poem “Dropping Anchor” has been featured in June’s Issue of The Mozzie an Australian poetry zine (Volume 25, Issue 4, June 2017):
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