Haiku

Oscillating. They
Surge, and ebb, and grow. I yearn
To go with the flow.


Love chopping garlic.
Love the smell on my fingers.
Love eating garlic.


Steady moon. Our rock
Of ages. She waxes. Wains.
Her spirit intact.


Mindfulness can be
Freeing. Be aware of your 
Feelings. To let go.


Avocado. For 
Brunch. Smooth and creamy, it's a
Delight for the tongue.


The bulbs are planted. 
Their green tips breaking soil. I'll 
Harvest onions. 

Sister. My Sister.

I see you walk on by.

Wearing ya downbeat swag.

A pram laden down.

Many worries in them bags.

Your courage and strength.

On making ends meet.

My heart becomes humbled.

You are the unknown soldier.

So I honour you now.

As I honoured you then.

Sister.  My sister. 

Our fight will go on!

S. Camplin

Digging Your Vibe

An intriguing woman.

With a deep intellect.

A surreal sense of humour.

With a macabre wit.

Your laugh is like a ripple.

So present.  So free.

With a beautiful quality,

To let others just be.

And at your core,

Are not empty words.

But an ever-fixed conviction,

For full equality.

Unique in your way.
As the green of your eyes.
Calm and earthy, and wise.
I'm really digging your vibe.

S. Camplin

Dark Crevices

Boundaries breached.

And I reach for

The familiar.

The drone.

The tone of being alone.

In safer spaces.

Dark crevices.

All creased.

Folding in.

Reaching out may hurt.

So I remain wrapped

Round the coil.

Of my own making.

S. Camplin

A Tsunami

Emotions crash in.

A tsunami of feeling.

Wreaking uncertainty.

A tidal wave of pain.

Anxiety in trails.

No bank of wisdom

Can stem the tide.

Still struggling

With my vulnerable side.

I can't hide from it.

And nor will I.

I resolve to be kind

On my mind.

Hoping to find

That level shelter.

For longer and longer.

Each time.

S. Camplin

 

If I Could Show You...

 

If I could show you how I feel,

I would...

 

Kiss your neck.

Stroke your arm.

And look deep in your eyes.

 

Laugh with you.

Dance with you.

And walk hand in hand.

 

Debate with you.

Rest my head on you.

And give you my time.

 

Praise you.

Smile with you.

And raise you up high.

 

 

S. Camplin

My Feelings

My feelings

Are not a broken toy.

To discard

When play is over.

My feelings

Are precious, just like yours.

So to dismiss them

Is really hurtful.

My feelings

Are real, just like yours.

So treat them like

You mean it.

S. Camplin

Maternal Deference

I see the way you defer to him.

Preferring his opinion.

Lip service you pay,

To equality. 

You're threatened

By my freedom.

 I hear the way you defer to him.

 So proud of his achievements.

My womanly success

Is undermined.

You're uncomfortable

With my strong feeling.

S. Camplin