Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
project look up – after
Sometimes I get really sad,
And then I look up to the sky
To try and smile and laugh again,
Instead of sob, or wonder why.
I’m out of words, elaborate, long
Instead I only have my eyes
To occupy and then distract,
To laugh, instead of weep or cry.
I’m no artist, nor no muse
I’ve just someone standing by
While clouds and trees collect above,
Reflected in my teary eyes.
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