Natural Instinct

By Rosa Christian

The bulk of my poems find their inspiration in the natural world. There's nothing I love more than lolling around just enjoying being a part of it all.
Come and join me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rosa Christian
• Release date: Mar 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466150454

Rosa Christian

Rosa Christian came to the writing of poetry rather late in life, after her children struck out on their own journeys. She has regularly won or placed in poetry competitions since that time. She has self-published, “My Fish Loves Me”, a collection of her early works and “Australia...my heart”, inspired by a recent solo, driving holiday around Australia. She has her Master of Arts (Writing) from James Cook University, Townsville. She continues to write - poetry, short stories and currently 2 Psychological Crime novels and 2 Fantasy/Scifi novels.

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The bulk of my poems find their inspiration in the natural world. There's nothing I love more than lolling around just enjoying being a part of it all.

Come and join me.

Natural Instinct

Rosa Christian

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Copyright 2011 Rosa Christian

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Table of Contents

An Old Story

The Desert Speaks

The Forest Responds

The Mountain’s Echo

The Ocean Calls

Urban Crawl

Dry Ice

Monsoon

Lively Lorikeets

Glimpses of Saunders Beach

Summer Street

Australian Morning-Song

The Cockatoos

My Spiritual Home

It's Raining

Reality Check

Apocalypse

Strawberry Memories

Cycles

Summer Storm

Rumourmongers

Becalmed

My Garden

A Seasonal Suite

I

II

III

IV

Alzheimer’s

As I Walk the Quiet Waters By

A Christmas Prayer

Going Home

Curlew

Look Up

Storm

Sunset

The River Ran

Morning Meditation

Absurd Birds

Night Visitor

Welcome

An Old Story

The lecherous wind shivers with excitement,

as he lifts the virgin forest’s skirt,

his hands pulling roughly at her top,

he listens to her sighed response,

while she sways to his sensuous touch.

He smells her full, fertile mustiness,

as he accesses her hidden, private paths,

touching where none have touched before,

she divests herself of her golden dress,

his breath rasps and whistles, as he has his way,

slowly he withdraws whispering that he’ll be back,

she is left naked under winter’s harsh glare,

starkly bereft, no modesty allowed,

so even he, in this his iciest of moods,

covers her with a soft, white blanket.

The Desert Speaks

Empty?! Dead?! How dare you?!

Have you no eyes to see, nor ears to hear?

Can you not see the life in me?

Can you not hear