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  • #306804

    ..and let me echo that – a beautiful piece. Thanks Cath x

    #306805

    if things get just a little too much
    too heavy
    i just cast away my dream stones
    i sink to the bottom into a world
    of swirling colours
    oh the blues, the lilac the
    precious world with colour
    and faded dreams
    ready and waiting
    for new ones to emerge
    like sparklers on a
    cold crisp november night
    rising to the surface
    new hopes
    renewed dreams
    floating silently just waiting
    for the colours and the dreams
    to become one
    and once again
    new hope is born
    flagging dreams
    come to life hopping and skipping
    into the light
    from the darkness that threatened
    to take them away
    forever
    the dream stones
    once again enclosed in their box
    and reality emerges

    #306806

    I strolled along life’s lane
    And felt how lonely I was
    that’s when I saw you, and I wondered,
    Was it you or was I so insane,
    were you my hope

    But how could you be here
    for you had gone far off,
    for far too long
    leaving me behind, silent and alone.
    Yet I ran, and ran towards you,
    Life’s lane was no longer lonely,
    for it was filled with new hopes
    and new horizons
    the lane for once didn’t seem too long,
    I reached the end.

    you stood there at once,
    when I raised my hand to feel you,
    tears falling down my cheeks,
    you were once again, gone.

    #306807

    beautiful as always cath

    #306808

    Posted this on another thread but what the hey

    happiness is knowing that
    tomorrow is another day.
    that it doesn’t matter
    what other people say.
    it’s good friends and better times.
    it’s an up-beat song
    to which you know the lines.

    It’s those perfect moments
    spent with your first love
    in your secret hiding place
    nestled like a dove

    for life is what you make of it
    different each and every day
    not to be mesured by the breaths we take
    but by the times that take our breath away

    #306809

    Bonfire

    Up and up
    into a vein-coloured sky,
    go wraiths and spectres
    mabbled soft in shrouds of carbon,
    mournful as the maws of wolves in supplication to their moon
    which –
    frowning with an eyebrow sea,
    slings cold fish tears,
    to dampen down
    the badious bones and bavins
    of a dying month.

    ©

    #306810

    and as you touch me
    a mere whisper
    gently flows by
    like the gentle breeze
    from a butterly’s wing

    I sit and i watch you
    trying to find your place
    the place
    where you
    just you
    will find your peace

    I watch your lips
    as the words come forth
    words that have
    so many
    unsaid words
    behind them

    your eyes smile
    and yet
    they are uncertain
    about how that smile
    will be met
    but you
    you so seek
    the solace
    the approval
    of one you are
    uncertain of

    so many hidden fears
    and yet
    they do not fall
    in the muddy shadows
    betwixt and between
    they are seen
    and comfort
    peace and a safe harbour
    await.

    #306811

    @esmeralda wrote:

    Bonfire

    Up and up
    into a vein-coloured sky,
    go wraiths and spectres
    mabbled soft in shrouds of carbon,
    mournful as the maws of wolves in supplication to their moon
    which –
    frowning with an eyebrow sea,
    slings cold fish tears,
    to dampen down
    the badious bones and bavins
    of a dying month.

    ©

    Fire and water, a blood filled body of sky, the lupine and oceanic influences of it’s sister moon.. a magnificent pyro-ballet from the “wraiths and spectres” indeed 8)

    Outstanding Esme… pure class!

    8)

    #306812

    Twisting, falling
    around and around
    flightless I fall.
    My leaden body hits the ground

    with surgeon’s precision
    and magician’s flair
    you gunned me down
    locked in your sight of cross-hair

    Crimson wings unfurl
    and stain that which was white
    as my vision does fade
    and my lungs feel so tight

    Farewell cruel world
    life was always so fleeting.
    Finally I feel free
    as my heart stops its beating

    #306813

    The Freedom of the Moon by Robert Frost

    I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air
    Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
    As you might try a jewel in your hair.
    I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
    Alone, or in one ornament combining
    With one first-water start almost shining.

    I put it shining anywhere I please.
    By walking slowly on some evening later,
    I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
    And brought it over glossy water, greater,
    And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
    The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

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