Out Of 2020

By TM Dale

2020 was different for all of us. It may have been difficult but if we look at it through a different lens and see how we can grow then it becomes a new experience – a way “Out of 2020.”

It is only when things become a challenge that we learn to grow and evolve. The last few years have become the start of a new revolution towards an experience we all need to achieve our purpose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Mar 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9781398470231

TM Dale

Tanya was born in Melbourne and grew up in the suburbs. She now lives in the Yarra Valley. She loves reading and writing in her spare time and teaches at a local school. She enjoys a great story that transports you into another world or time.

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About the Author

TM Dale lives in the beautiful Yarra Valley in Victoria, Australia. She gets her inspiration from nature and loves the outdoors. This is her second collection of poetry.

Dedication

To Kevin and our girls Emily and Miranda

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Acknowledgement

To Doug and Kaylene: for all the care and love you

showed for Mum

Beginning/Searching

Searching

I traipsed along the petals

Silky and cool beneath my feet

My heart alive and racing

A continuous melodic beat

Eyes new and fresh to see just once

Searching, hoping to connect and meet

A voice so tender, so quiet, so pure

Resonating and tasting every treat.

Pulling Back

Toes in the sand with their delicate pink

Skin so soft and to my mind it does link

Smell so new, the powder so clean

Limbs so thin and lanky and lean

The eyes how they stare so blankly but they know

Of a past fulfilled before and below

Advanced to the light to begin again

Slowly but steadily after much strain

A brief reconnoitre, a small somnolence

Tomorrow has begun a fractured dance.

Walnut Street

A home many times and once my dwelling

Your history so long and the walls are telling

High above the cornices are rusted

Painted now cream, tinged and crusted

Built in a century almost new

Still erect now and the stories just grew

Long narrow hall, ceilings so high

Number nine when I was so shy

Kitchen long and narrow too

Cupboards orange and green chairs few

Galley style at the rear where Mum cooked

Sandwiched together many little nooks

Bungalow and sheds many buildings out

With us some storage and kennels about

A pool, some trees, a sandpit too

Seemed so big back then it was true

Some time before it told a tale

Another family another trail

And what was once my room, my space

Another life once worn did trace

A girl quite fair and freckled upon

Who danced and came in when the sun had gone

She traced the patterns the carpet displayed

The grey background and flowers with pink shades

The facade today has not aged

Paint has all blistered and time has it caged

Inside I wander and see it past

Today is it just memories or is it captured at last?

Sepia

Stained in several places of mess

Tight ’round the armpits an unsightly dress

Worn before and describing a tale

Scent of must, fire and ale

Hair unkempt a locked in mass

Scrawny, forgotten, undersized little lass

In the corner, not even there

She is forgotten, old…long ago…where?

New Relationship

She was a soft small pearl and he was night

Two marbles within a jar that was so right

Essence pure and of rebirth

He was coal and of the Earth

One the wisdom of many years

Another yet to cry her tears

Day and night however were risen by the tide

Relationship grew and was scribed

High and low, the tides beneath

The start