Eyes red, suffering
Retreating to a dark room
The thrumming begins
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Month: August 2014
Page Rage
The page screams at me,
blinding light that deafens the soul
my weakness turning to obstinacy
I scramble through the thoughts
Rehash the tears
Extrapolating the emotions
Trapped in pockets of hearts
Pure glowing light, covered by words
Punched by grammar
Spritzed with sentimentality
Blank space you cannot win!
You will be ambushed by my nouns
Lashed by my tongue
Pulverized by poetry
Hear this empty page – I do not fear you
Orange on pink..
Just something sweet to make you smile 🙂
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I like to dip my toes in pink…
And dance around my dreams…
leaving footprints scattered…
like orange and yellow leaves…
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Colors make me happy…
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My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…
Day twenty-five…
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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014
Rainsong
“The water of life”
That’s what she would say
As the fat splodges dashed the window pane
Sliding downwards, softly popping on the sill.
Sometimes it would rain for a whole afternoon
And we would huddle together
Like squirrels, in a drey
Listening to the song of rainfall
Curled up in the lap of safety
Of one another
Those afternoons were our own, back then
No school bell, no work obligations,
No snooze alarm, no phones.
Just rain.
Just you, me and the rain’s song
But what if…
“The world as we know it will still be here in the morning” you say
At 5am I ponder the alternative, just in case
I Cease To Exist
I love that the poem tumbles out of the mouth – nice rhythm
I cease to exist
when you start
to think
and formulate
ideas and dictate
your words,
when you talk
about you
and all you restlessly
wish to do–
the brilliant,
prospering things.
I cease to exist
when you’re asked
about love,
what it means and
what it does,
when your heart
pounds itself
against the inside walls
of your ribs
for someone else.
The moment
your lips part
and whisper their
goodbyes to each other,
the moment
you take a breath
to fill your lungs
just enough
to produce a sound
is the moment
I cease to exist
in your world,
in your space,
in your air,
in the oceans
of your thoughts,
in your words,
in everything
that you say
or do.
Burning obsession
Tonight her eyes throb
Shadows dance on the ceiling
He lights the last match
