Story: Reflective Poetry

By Meg Dolan

This book is about raw emotions, reflections on nature and relationships, pain and suffering in the throes of illness, loss and grief, and explorations of many sorts. Meg seeks as a woman alone to find meaning and questions the notion of truth, romantic love, and desires. Its a book that takes you on a journey while evoking thoughts and reflections about your own life. This book allows the reader to connect or disconnect through words that provide stark images.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jun 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514495049

Meg Dolan

Meg is a new Australian poet who shares some of her own life experiences and stories in raw format. Meg believes her reflections, images, and words are similar to photographs, and the reader may choose their own interpretation depending on what it will evoke for them. Meg has an interest in nature, human relationships, travel, places, and spaces, and all matters in between. Meg works in mental health, and this too is reflected throughout her works. Meg has work published by the Tipton Poetry Journal, the Sunflower Collective, and Ditch. Meg hopes that sharing her work in this fashion as mostly unedited or formalized may allow others to feel a sense of connection through being real and in the poetic medium.

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Copyright © 2016 by Meegan Dolan.

ISBN:   Softcover       978-1-5144-9505-6

              eBook           978-1-5144-9504-9

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

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Rev. date: 09/08/2016

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Contents

Toowoomba

Vacy Hall

Russian Roulette

Kindness

Beach

Whitehaven

Natatorial

Bondi

Home

Rose

Unravelled

Baby

You

Self

Awe

Cephalagic Story

Intuition

Fluid

Echo

Spoils

Landscape

Storm

Canker Sore

Summer

Mid-Summer Road Trips

Arvo

Steps

Hugo

Metamorphoses

Fulfilment

Flame

Your words

Sunday

Inspire

With Child

Tea and Toast

Infatuation

Fear

Father

Sayonara

Truth

Combat

Tantric Fantasy

Paris

Love Sick

Eyes

Hotel Balzac

Night Walk

New Frontier

Indigenous Walk

Rain

Salt

Antique Photographs

Cucumber

Vexed

Tasmania

Monochrome

You and Me

Dream

Pyjamas

Brave

The Scotsman

A Champagne Argyle Diamond

Voracious

Zombie

Intrepid

Politics

Greeting

Miser

Kundalini Rose

Mind and Body Talk

Forlorn

Good Day

Dream

Halo

Cause

Cheaters

Rain

Welshman

Compos Mentis

Carte Blanche

Dilettante

Gesundheit

Feng Shui

Pukka

Pecadillo

Words and Pictures

Chop Chop

Human Measures

They Have Arms, We Have Champagne

Affection

Story

Protect

Wants

Betray

Endomorph

Bigeminy

Dehiscence

Lysosomal

Abeyance

P-trap

Z-purlin

Senbei

Dango

Tea ceremony

Japanese Flower Temples

Yummy Hotpot

Australian Story

Young Boy, Old Eyes

Jacaranda

Insecure, Unfriendly’s Friend

Private

Simple

Friendships

Captcha

Warfare

Holiday

Fashion, Not Couture

Renew

Grandmother

Gold

New Beginnings

Devil

Fool

Birds

My sensei –

Equality

Eli Creek/K’gari

Appetiser de Elegant

Swim

Home

Bondi II

Kitty Talk

Toowoomba

Strangers meet on the street

Queens Park, at dusk.

Camphor Laurels invited them

The intelligent Kauri smiled and winked.

Vacy Hall

Another stay in this Vintage Estate

Oh what a delight!

Though not as much as a new friendship,

With its sweet possibilities, so fragrant the air feels thick.

And I gasp and suck for one good breath.

He, the doctor-to-be, meets me,

Smiling his megawatt smile, and that physique of his

A lineage of Royal German stock

Should be on the cover of something- something big-

And one day probably will be.

He, the totally mad scientist who tinkers all day,

And a computer genius to boot,

Writing his papers on black holes and hacking for fun,

Still in his work attire, he walks like Mr. Bean.

Russian Roulette

All these Internet sites for those looking for something

What will one find?

That is the question you hear now.

It’s possibly similar to a game of Russian Roulette,

A little less dangerous for some but not all.

Like a gun spins its bullet