When all was pink when all was grey You packed your bags and went away Far greener pastures did you seek You travelled far you travelled bleak Then one day glowing gold so true A novel quest so bright it grew Now pink is red and grey is black No need to make the journey back DEE GRANT 2021
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I can hear you. In the waves of my space I hear your heartbeat. Eyes pulse through a kaleidoscope of reverberating paisley designs. The notes edge outward beyond my line of sight. I watch as the show begins. A shimmering spectacle as central vision disappears…if only for a moment. Then time, unfettered by containment lines, sends searing pain. Hello again unwelcome stranger.
DEE GRANT 2021
In this short piece I have tried to capture an eye migraine. ‘Unfettered by containment lines’ means that I didn’t take anything to resolve it. As many would know that suffer from eye migraines, if you treat it as soon as the signs appear you can sometimes avoid it turning into a migraine.
For me these make you cry with pain. Even the sound of water dripping on tiles makes your head scream. Showers become painful necessities. Light to your eyes is pure agony so no TV and no screen time. Have I done it justice?
I just want to go home. Home to familiar things. Home to love and comforts.
I just want to go home. Home to the sunshine streaming through my balcony in the morning.
I just want to go home. Home to you my love. Your love makes my heart sing.
I just want to go home
DEE GRANT 2021
I know the dark space that operations and medication can do to your headspace. This cards for mum. After a second operation less than a couple of weeks apart I know she’s struggling. When a loved one is in hospital you can’t always be with them, especially these days. That makes things so tough. Wish I could be there with her. This short poem is for her.
Love you to the moon and back but get that things are hard
Thinking of you heaps today so thought I'd send this card
Imagine I am sitting there on your bed and all
We'll laugh at life's twists and turns...beats staring at a wall!
We'll chat of meds that work best or needles that you score
The kindness of your nurses and patients that do snore
This place is a pitstop and it's bumpy on the way
So seatbelt on, hold on tight, lets take it day by day
BY DEE GRANT 2021
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I think of you while you're away
and as night dances on the day
and failing light segments are strewn
as orange beams that chase the moon
I think of you as silhouettes
can etch the land as day forgets
and blue, then red, once more regress
and night presents its sweet caress
DEE GRANT 2021
It is in silence I create, I can decipher, I can relate
Random gems of unknown purity, bubble up from deep obscurity
Bubbling up clear unfettered, not encased in tunes so lettered
I know the silence that you seek, a place to ponder a place to speak
Not with words that close your mind, but open pathways all entwined
For in this place you can create, you can reflect, you can debate
And when all thoughts have quietened down, and questions lose their tensioned frown
You elevate from noisy spheres, and find that space set free from fear
A masterpiece is what you paint, random sketches of a saint.
DEE GRANT 2021
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Happy barks resounding across a damp and soggy noon Our dogs so glad to be let out, their barks create a tune. Some high some low. Some fast some slow. A baritone or two, Create a chorus on the grass that's loud and fun and true. They march through giant puddles and with each resounding bark, They wag their tails, run and splash, in this wet and sodden park.
DEE GRANT 2021
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Inspired after listening to all the dogs at the local park today. It has been raining heavy for over a week. There are floods in Greater Sydney and up and down the State of NSW. A house was even swept away. Today a break in the weather so lots of dogs and their owners out and about.
I can’t sleep but if I was I’d dream a dream, a dream of you. Your quirky ways, your teasing laughter, wrapped up in gorgeous ever after.
You are my sweet, my one and only. Forever yours, your one and only.
The MRI sends blasts of sound, a magnetic force spinning round. With headphones on I greet it’s song. It’s weird loud sounds to soldier on. A veteran now I know it’s way, and settle in for my stay. Bleep bleep bleep and a…boom boom boom, still another 40 minutes ’til I leave this room.
8 things to know are below.
Here I am again. I’m an MRI veteran so thought I’d share how I go about things in this space.
Continue readingYou're welcome to my party, I'd love to see you there
With games to play and songs to sing and birthday cake to share
Spin until you're dizzy til the world spins round and round
Or drink a glass of fizzy and giggle to the ground
Getting excited for my big day. Hope to see you there.
Lots of love
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BY DEE GRANT 2021
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