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I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.Longing for a little lover, to share…Continue
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I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.Longing for a little lover, to share…Continue
Kate is a writer, poet, and copywriter living on the Central Coast, NSW, with her husband, son and dog, Pamplemousse.
She’s had over 30 short plays performed across Australia, in the US, Europe, Singapore and the UK. Her plays have been have won several awards, as well as being developed into short films
She’s an active member of the Australian Poetry Society and recently signed with literary agents Curtis Brown who are representing her children’s books. In ‘real life’ she’s a well-known advertising copywriter for large brands and small businesses and has won several awards for copywriting, most recently for an Audi video campaign.
Kate regularly blogs about her plays, poems and general ramblings on her website www.katetoon.com
Posted on February 2, 2012 at 10:38 0 Comments 0 Likes
I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.
Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.
With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.
Longing for a little lover, to share your dull eternity.
All you have for company is a silly plastic weed.
Nothing to look forward to, except tomorrow’s feed.
Some pathetic grubby pebbles form your universe’s base.
I see nothing but depression written on your orange…
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I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.
Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.
With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.
Longing for a little lover, to share your dull eternity.
All you have for company is a silly plastic weed.
Nothing to look forward to, except tomorrow’s feed.
Some pathetic grubby pebbles form your universe’s base.
I see nothing but depression written on your orange…
ContinuePosted on February 2, 2012 at 10:35 0 Comments 0 Likes
I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.
Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.
With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.
Longing for a little lover, to share your dull eternity.
All you have for company is a silly plastic weed.
Nothing to look forward to, except tomorrow’s…
ContinuePosted on February 2, 2012 at 10:32 0 Comments 0 Likes
We all have a dream and mine has always been to write a book, and get it published. I had planned to get this done by the time I was 30, but life got in the way.
Recently I sent a children’s book I’d written to literary agents…
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Hello Kate, and a very warm welcome to Sydney Poetry.
This is a social site built by the poets (and friends) of Sydney (and surrounds) for the poets (and friends) of Sydney (and surrounds) – which includes the Central Coast, of course!
You can:
Great to see you getting involved already. This being a social site the more we all do here the more interesting it becomes for everyone.
While there's no editor deciding what gets published there is just a bit of post facto moderation (please do read) to keep it clean and on-topic.
I hope you enjoy your time on the site and find it useful.
Best wishes,
Adrian
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