Poetry by Lynette Graham Australia     Arachnid   I am amazed By her beauty. Her round firm body, Black and shiny, With long slender legs That give her The appearance Of prancing As she walks. The splash of red On her back Glows in the sun. I am mesmerised by her, She is small, Dainty, And Deadly.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1997       Reflections   Mirrored pools of Still water. Clear, crisp, Upside down images Reflecting back From the depths, Broken only by Ever widening Ripples.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1996       Dawn in the Southern Skies   The grey light of dawn Pushes slowly upwards As the sun like a golden orb Rises in the eastern sky. Its gentle rays Spreading outwards Like a web Transforming the once Silhouetted shapes with Life and colour. The birds once silent Stir, Their songs of praise Build to a Deafening crescendo, Then just as quickly fade As the sleepy world Wakens.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1997       Travelling Home   It is evening and the workers wend their weary way home. The train rattles along the track Passing industrial areas and sprawling suburbia. Someone yawns, Another coughs, There is a soft snore from a passenger sleeping. However, as we travel, Not many are aware That to the west the sun is setting. The colours pass through many hues, Gold, red and deepening blue Standing out brilliantly against the darkening sky. I want to shout out Open your eyes, Look at the beauty around you! But I quietly watch the ever changing scene, Until the sun slips over the horizon And is no more.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1994     "Untitled #2"   The icy fingers of the morning wrap around me As I step out of my warm bed. Shivering, I put on my slippers And, pulling on my dressing gown, Go quietly downstairs. There is a hush over the home as the family sleeps on, Even the dogs are quiet. I make myself a welcome cup of coffee. The darkness of the sky hangs low on the horizon, The dawn is not far away. I have my breakfast, shower and dress, I must be away early And I slip quietly out of the house And into the dew laden car The sky is beginning to lighten. I pause, start the engine, Then once more I'm on my way to work And I'm thankful it is Friday.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1994     "Untitled #3"   I stood alone in the kitchen In the still grey hush of morning, Tears streaming down my face And a large knife in my hand. Surely there's got to be a better way To chop onions!   Copyright Lynette Graham 1994     "Untitled #4"   Did you see the sky tonight? Blood red circle Dipping downwards Over the horizon. The sky a pastel pink. Grey clouds Flecked with gold. I saw it, And thought of you.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1995       Together   Growing old together Should be a time of sharing hopes and dreams. A time when there is Peace and contentment, Of enjoying life To the full. But, what of those Who have no one To share with? Will it be a time of Loneliness, Holding onto past memories And unrealistic dreams, Or will there be new challenges, New dreams to store In that secret place Of the heart.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1996       Where has love gone?   It began as a budding flower Being nurtured and tended daily With tender care. It grew and blossomed Until it burst into glorious bloom, With all its radiance and passion. But, where has love gone? Like the flower It has lost its radiance And has wilted. No longer the vibrancy of life But the dry and papery petals Of a love that has withered. Why has love gone?   Copyright Lynette Graham 1994       Tears   Wet, Warm, Coursing Down The furrows Of my cheeks. Silently, Privately, Longing For A Shoulder To Cry on. Healing The Hurting Deep within.   Copyright Lynette Graham 1995       Anticipated Submission   She awaits his coming By the sapphire waters Of the Aegean Sea. Will he come tonight?   She has well prepared To meet him. Her skin has a soft lustre In the moonlight And is delicately perfumed To entice him, She is adorned in a soft Diaphanous gown That billows softly In the breeze. Her bare toes Sink into the warm white sand As she waits and wonders Will it be tonight?   Her eyes sparkle with Anticipation and excitement Her full lips part gently As though Already tasting his First sweet kiss. She is ready to meet him By those cool Aegean waters And wonders, Will it be soon?   Copyright Lynette Graham 1997     Comment/Home