Abundance

Jo Bryant, ,

a wet nose against my leg

my child’s voice on the phone

a purr in the otherwise silent night

building a picture with words

or from an old photo

sugared coffee rolling over my tongue

bantering with a friend,

a thunderstorm of gold raining into my world

Published by Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance photographer. I love to make images that make people happy. To capture forever a precious moment. I am also a freelance writer/editor. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

18 Comments

  2. You take me back to the 60’s and things I shouldn’t remember. 🙂 This was beautiful and I agree it was real, except that first part of course. My nose isn’t wet. 😉

    Like

  7. …a thunderstorm of gold raining into my world

    What a brilliant final line. A really lovely metaphor, all the more powerful because it follows on from all the – apparently – ordinary and everyday things that are the abundance of the title. The line itself is like a thunderstorm of gold at the end of the poem.

    Like

Comments are closed.