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Dreamscapes
The following poem is one from the archive, I wrote it one morning on my commute to work. The night before I’d had a dream, and the only fragments I… Read more
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Sunday evening
Well hello! This weekend has flown by, and my to list whilst not completed is a little shorter than it was yesterday morning. This poem is just a short little… Read more
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Reading between the lines
In the last decade or so, Western society has developed a very weird intolerance for ageing women. Of course historically, women have always been judged on their perceived youthful beauty,… Read more
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Possessive nouns
Possessive: adjective, demanding someone’s total attention and love Noun: a word (other than a pronoun) used to identify any of a class of people, places, or things; or to name… Read more
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Favourite hobbies: People watching
I love people watching. When I was child I would imagine that everyone I saw was making invisible filament like spiders web as they walked through the world. Each person’s… Read more
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Idle thoughts
There is something about the Wellington Harbour that is singing to my soul at the moment. This poem was inspired by my evening train journey home after a day working… Read more
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Harbour commute
This morning was foggy and grey. My train journey to work inspired the poem below. Harbour in shades of grey The fog had rolled in as the night rolled on… Read more
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Something for the weekend
You may have noticed from previous posts that I was born in Australia and have a thing for early 1980s Aussie pub rock…and the lyrical stylings of Australia’s best songwriter,… Read more
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Writing – a reflection
Today I will let the poetry speak for itself. Tools of the trade Graphite shaped over sequestered carbon To conduct the power of my words And to holding ideas in… Read more
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Facing the truths of the past
This poem is my reaction to a New York Times audio series called Project 1619 that I listened to about 2 weeks ago. Episode 1 was about the first group… Read more
Angele Toomey Poetry 