HapalochlaenaNature spoke when they landed,Hapalochlaena by camelopardalisinblue
the leaves on the trees falling
around their feet and whispering
"go back, go back". She warned the people
that this land is not ours, we only borrow
the space above it.
Nature spoke when they made their homes,
ousted the folk living in harmony here,
and tried to tame her; her rivers rose
and the dams they built flooded;
still, we didn't listen. Nature sighed
a rustle of bushes, and left the people
to their bustle and noise. We learned
the hard way:
be wary of the koala -- she bites,
be wary of the kangaroo -- he kicks,
be wary of the wombat -- he's built
like a battering ram, and your Fourbie will lose.
Don't cross the cassowary -- he bites,
he kicks, he'll charge you and you
won't win; don't cross the crocodile --
his waters are his world.
Check your loos, check your shoes
and mind the snakes on the loose,
ignore the bees and biting flies
but don't brush against the gympie gympie
or you'll wish you'd found a different tree.
Whatever you do, don't collec
BicyclesKay dreams of bicycles,Bicycles by camelopardalisinblue
the old kind with tassles
and a basket; the fancy kind
with racing stripes; the
grown-up kind she imagines
a mother would ride,
and Kay dreams of things
that could never happen:
riding her new bike beside
the mother Kay buried,
aged five and one quarter.
miscarriage: landaymiscarriage teaches us how to live:miscarriage: landay by camelopardalisinblue
the ache in a mother's heart will carry her along
AustraliaYellow-haired september,Australia by camelopardalisinblue
the wattle and warratah battle
a spray of gold for 5c stamps
the familiar green
of wide-lipped leaves
underwear for fragrant blossoms;
Toads against the Roaches,
a stately battle held
through winter months--
(we gave the Blues
a pity win, now Maroons
will take it home and my partner
says two can play at this--
it's Blues all the way);
beyond it all, deep
in the nation's heart
the people live on
red-orange soil; their skins
a millenia of evolutions
still perfecting themselves.
RelocateAfter eight, the city is madeRelocate by Meggie272
of some dark and arid crystal,
an amethyst drought to
dry your lips and tongue
and make a moonscape
of your eyes.
The sky’s too polluted for the stars –
we put them into the neon
and the broken glass.
I am not used to the heavens being
so close to hand or so cutting to my
soft bare skin.
I am used to skies like oceans,
and oceans as black and vast as night.
Sometimes, but not always,
for the sweet wet cold
of a harbour town,
where the silos range white and
ugly like whalebone against the
slap and sigh of sea,
where my father goes walking
by the train tracks, by the wild and
an old black dog for the shadow
at his feet.
The rain so soft and damp in the
rough curve of his collar,
the mud so thick on his heavy boots.
His eyes so clouded and so bright.
I would like to be recreated,
and made anew
by the tar black novae
and the Midas gold
of this urban night,
except that there is a little girl
who does not understand
your teeth leave different scarswhat they didn't tell me--
Forgive This Grief (Miscarriage)My arms are weighted with her space,
(August 31, 2013; April 26, 2014)
Daily Lit Deviations during 2014
I Am More Than BPDDon't tell me you know me better
10 Myths For 10 Mythics1. To Gaia:
(March 13, September 24)
Daily Lit Deviations during 2013
Your Non-Existent CompetitionMy fingers hover over numbers I have not needed to think about for years, and I urge myself to make the call. Still hesitant, I pick out the digits that still translate to "home" in my mobile, though for years it has been only a house; sometimes mine, sometimes not. It rings once and I hang up, then try again and again and again. Third time might be the charm, but today it takes five of these hang ups before I stay on the line.
(we all are the) monarchwe are not born noble.
(November 17, October 13)
I Am Not Your ReceptacleI am not your receptacle,
Artist Reviews and Compliments
(aka, people say really nice things about me and I don't want to ever forget them):
bloodawni is an incredible ray of sunshine. Regardless of the hardships she has confronted and continues to take charge of, she manages to bring smiles to the faces of so many and brightens our lives just by being here. On top of all this, she has an intensely breathtaking poetic style that holds audiences captive, and strikes straight at the heart.
Great work, Dawni. Please don't ever give up on your dreams. -- by a wonderful deviant who chose to remain anonymous -- dACompliments.
You are a bundle of wonder and goodness. Whenever I see you doing something it's with determination and love. You are bounding and exuding such a positive, lovely energy that is truly remarkable. We've only just started to get to know each other, but I all ready know that you are an amazing person who strives to help others. ♥ -- by the beautiful and amazing IrrevocableFate.
bloodawni has always been a really kind and caring person, on top of being really talented with such moving and inspiring poems. Just as inspiring is the strength and determination to carry on in life rather than get her down. Even in her 'down' moments, she never gives up and never lets its affect her optimistic side, something which takes courage as well as strength.
Thank you for being such a wonderful and inspiring friend Keep up the good work -- by a wonderful deviant who chose to remain anonymous -- dACompliments.
*bloodawni is a talented and modest individual with a heart of gold. -- by a wonderful deviant who chose to remain anonymous -- dACompliments.
*bloodawni is one of the kindest and bravest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. On top of which, she is incredibly talented! Definitely a deviant you should know. -- by the lovely RiseandBe
"~bloodawni, while a fairly new addition to my own watch list, has ensnared me in the beauty of her words and left me wanting--needing--more. There's a sense of real life to her pieces that is bound to leave readers breathless; the emotions pouring from each word is enough to knock a reader over and make it hard to get back up until the end. With a kind heart and an enthusiasm for participation that can't be beat, ~bloodawni is one deviant you should definitely keep an eye on!" -- by the beautiful TwilightPoetess
Dawniface, you are one of my favorite people here on deviantART. You have so much strength, courage, and love in your heart. You are such a beautiful person and your poetry is almost as good as your pure heart. But, not a lot of things compare to your loving spirit, lovely Dawni. You are an amazing person and I love you. You inspire me to give more love everyday. -- by the wonderful chromeantennae
I've written this several times, apparently writing about myself is difficult. I caved and asked my partner to help.
30s -- female -- Aussie (Caboolture, Queensland) -- defacto -- diagnosed with mental illness -- mother to 2 butterfly children -- crazy/weird/'special' (not to be confused with the aforementioned mental illness) -- cheerful -- loving -- cheeky -- friendly.
I believe in a llama for a llama, but I don't watch people simply because they're watching me & I don't do fav-for-fav trades. Please don't feel obliged to fav my work or watch me just because I gave you a random llama/fav/comment/whatnot. Fav or watch me because you like my work by all means, though!
PS, a million, billion thank-yous to the wonderful SilverInkblot who made the pretty boxes for me.
|Please consider giving me a llama rather than thanking me if that's what you're here for (and know that if I haven't already given you one, I do reciprocate), but you're very welcome either way. |
Feel free, also, to start up a random conversation!