Where

(October 2020) By Andrea Connolly Where does it come fromThis hungerOf moving wide and farThis thirstTo see beyond horizons Where does it lead toThis yearningFor the unseenThis incentive scentOf earthy seas Where do we findThis spaceOf infinite belongingThis home in heartSouls intertwinedTreescapes cloudswifts Where is itto be foundLoveSpringWell © #AndreaCConnolly17.10.2020 All photos © #AndreaCConnolly

Seven years, seven months

Seven years Have come & gone But this Next to none Years of heartache Deceit & loss Went by Human life Strifes to own All is blown Hearts webbed In infant glare Here and everywhere Be aware They are still Close to your pulse Loved ones Of all aeons © #AndreaCConnolly 23.9.2020

Royal blue and Turners yellow

(Watercolour brushed on paper after a prolonged hiatus, to be continued, by Andrea Connolly)    Something emerges An anchor An icon An origin Spread your mantle wide A shield for us provide Safe shelter To brave the storms   © #AndreaCConnolly 22. April 2020      

Japanese poetry at night

    (reading Japanese waka poems)     A fledgling hops from leaf to leaf soaks night dew   My hair like Emperor Tenji I dream of mount Fuji   A flurry of cherry blossoms blossom in me   (One Hundred poets, One Poem Each/ Hyakunin Isshu)   © #AndreaCConnolly   19./20. April 2020  

When I fold

When I fold   (For my chosen Truelove)   When I fold myself Into you Time stands still Folds back on itself Enfolds us This is our only present Dreaming from the past Illuminated greening Eye-blinks of love Limitless, neverending   © #AndreaCConnolly   28.3.2020 (First day of lockdown)    

She dreams

She dreams   She dreams of skies Speckled with cumulus Cushiony clouds To dapple her unseen self Cocooned in petals Chartreuse clinging To each other She dreams of the warm Spectrum of rainbows Weaves in and out Of wakefulness Awaits the scented day   © #AndreaCConnolly 22.3.2020