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Transition (autumn) by Leanne Neill

Transition (autumn) Goosebumps I feel them already Leaves yet to fall Sun condescends; cooling slyly, thinking I don't notice Days depart before they are done Time is running out; along with summer's bandage Nobody goes dark quite like me (c) Leanne Neill Leanne Neill is a company director, domestic goddess, mother of three, and a self-confessed composer of words.  She has twenty-three years of experience in public libraries and local government. In May 2016, she started her poetry inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS . She lives in Melbourne, Australia

Blue Breeze by Leanne Neill

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Leanne Neill is a company director, domestic goddess, mother of three, and a self-confessed composer of words.  She has twenty-three years of experience in public libraries and local government. In May 2016, she started her poetry inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS. She lives in Melbourne, Australia

Aria by Leanne Neill

ARIA Our song plays in reverse Time and place Place in time Bodies entwined two grafted One consummate aria Leanne Neill is a company director, domestic goddess, mother of three, and a self-confessed composer of words.  She has twenty-three years of experience in public libraries and local government. In May 2016, she started her poetry inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS. She lives in Melbourne, Australia

Dutifully Drowning by Leanne Neill

DUTIFULLY DROWNING Washed ashore tide pulled over me Comforting blanket cotton wool foam Hastily pulled back in leaving me frigid preserved in bitter brine Ocean goddess of mercy caught in your riptide Ebbs and flows Floating dreams Dutifully drowning Leanne Neill is a company director, domestic goddess, mother of three, and a self-confessed composer of words.  She has twenty-three years of experience in public libraries and local government. In May 2016, she started her poetry inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS . She lives in Melbourne, Australia

GONE by Leanne Neill

GONE © Leanne Neill You’re gone; I feel it, I sense it. Vacated your presence, extracted yourself. Weary am I, exhausted from the chase. Still, a corner of my heart, engraved forever with your name. From this, You can never withdraw; I cannot release. Leanne Neill is a company director, domestic goddess, mother of three, and a self-confessed composer of words.  She has twenty-three years of experience in public libraries and local government. In May 2016, she started her poetry inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS. She lives in Melbourne, Australia