HeyJaredLily of Oz
Chaos swirling, I write from both the storms eye and the body-thrown dance out.
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- Aug 12, 2026
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250 (opens the original)
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🎉 250 Subscribers?!! 🥳 😮 Not sure how that happened but, I’m very honoured to be included in your worlds. Thank you for following along. 🙏 I signed up here in February last year, with the view to connect with people, write some poetry, post some very fresh art as I had just started on my art journey again after 20 years. I was really surprised how well that’s been received. It was a challenge to put myself out there, but I was up for it. But I was over the big social media sites, omfg they have
Mother’s Lemons (opens the original)
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I found this painting recently, made by my mother in 2014. I’d never seen it before, and she showed me all her art. Mum was 74 years old in 2014. She started making a lot of art in a nursing home that she called home for 18 years. Our family has been through a lot of tragedy. Almost unspeakable, though I wish to write it out one day. Deep sorrow is hard to rise up from, let alone speak about. it shuts you down, and the creativity goes with it. Along with relationships, health, opportunities, I c
Enchanted Forest Magic (opens the original)
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The first thing I noticed when we pulled up in the car and wound down the windows, was how quiet it was. Once the engine was off, we were left with our lunch and warm brew. We sat in mostly silence except for the odd utterances of appreciation. Hardly any words. A lot of people walk this very doable trail, and we saw many people walking by. The sun was in and out; it was cold but no wind, which is honestly the real rogue in Winter. Wherever the eye roamed, there was bark everywhere on the grass,
Sister Prickler (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSister prickler, you major in bossy and contagion, oh, you have a cactus spine! When are ya gonna be a friend of mine? I love you don’t you see? I do! I see your blue almond eyes swimming away from me, well, well, I know what a lemur is! you will see that I’m smart. Great, good to know, Impling, thing-wrecker of mine, but I’m a one girl show and I like to leave the pack, I wander afar and travel to where the big creatures ar
Innocence (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedHer crystal flute bids the mineral wind nuzzling dandelions to shed silver seed spirits port cheeked girl lying on whispering green Wild sister lilies open trumpet mouths ringlet petal tips lay across her soft worth telling secrets to a golden sky A Jacaranda canopy banner of sacred shade aeon sap pulses in the heart of wood veins chained daisies; kin to kin lacing natures leis Daisy milk fingers swish liquid mirrors in reve
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