BOOK RELEASE

REALITY IS RELATIVE: And other lies my birth certificate told me (2nd edition)

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This collection of my original poems is now available on Amazon’s kindle.

I hope to soon have it in print which will be available here.

Bisous,

Léa

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I Will Go Home

leamuse:

This poem of Polly’s touched me deeply and I want to share it with anyone who may have missed it. If you like it, drop and visit Polly! She has many more gems for you to discover.

Originally posted on Polly:

I will go home
if I can find the place
that is home to me.
Two mothers,
two fathers,
one sister
five siblings…
half-siblings.

Home is Hampshire
with my father.
Brisbane
with my mother.
England
with those I call
Mum and Dad.
I belong somewhere.
I belong somewhere.
Called home.

Polly Robinson © 2014

Written with dVerse poets in mind.

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Once burned…

“Fake people have an image to maintain. Real people just don’t care.”  

-     Author unknown

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Once burned

You flash a grin

My way

I feel my spine

Relax

Slipping farther

From caution I

Slide under your spell

Memory dishes up

In your favor

I feel confidence

Abandon me

As you close in

That split second

Your head turns

Calculating your options

Gratefully my senses return

Your attentions return

In a flash

-

Yet a veil has fallen

Your strengths fade to frailty

Sliding irretrievably from

Possibility

The seas are rich

I am patient

And deep

Your shallow waters

Cannot sustain me

*

Bisous,

Léa

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Moonlight In Jars

leamuse:

Irresistible! Polly, it makes me want to grab my bag and fly over there… I better get my broom.

Originally posted on Polly:

On the Malverns
under the stars
where faerie folk catch
moonlight in jars
for the jaded witch
along Shire Ditch
and only the brave
pass the giant’s cave
home

Polly Robinson © 2014

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This Morning

leamuse:

While I have no intentions of letting go of summer yet, Polly has inspired me to give it serious thought with this gem.

Originally posted on Polly:

…there’s almost a hint
of autumn,
a mist of fresh
damply taste,
a touch
painting skin
of what’s to come.

Polly Robinson © 2014

A second offering for the dVerse ‘Let’s LIMBO’ prompt to write a line in forty words or fewer – I love short poems – this one has twenty words.

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It’s in the eyes

“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”   – Aldous Huxley

 

“Miracles happen everyday, change your perception of what a miracle is and you’ll see them all around you.”   – Jon Bon Jovi

 

“It is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception and compassion and hope.”   – Ursula K. Le Guin

 

“Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away.”   – Ismail Haniyeh

It’s in the eyes

I’ve always hated mirrors

They can tell nasty

Lies

How many of us look

As we want to

Individuality

Genetic keystone

Too many faces

Buried in cover-up

But underneath

What is really being

Concealed?

A blemish? Scars?

Or does it go much

Deeper?

One day I had to

Acknowledge the reason

Avoidance

Familial markings

Resemblance

To my abuser

All too real

Cannot be denied

But now I’ve learned to look

Further

Into my eyes

I begin to see the

Sparkle

Of light

That which is

Intrinsic, sets me apart

Splintering the genetic code

Variant, random variable or

In this case deviation?

Roguish, albeit compassionate

Laughter my persistent

Muse

*

Bisous,

Léa

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The shape of my dream is…

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” – Oscar Wilde

 

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.”   – Langston Hughes

 

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”   – Vincent van Gogh

 

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The shape of my dream is…

The only constant

Change

Dreaming is

Catching mercury

In my hands

Hanging on to each

Particle

Dreams are like

Time

Suspended vapor

Fluid that rushes forth

Pretends to stand still

Carrying me where

I know not

Chagall-esque

Silhouette of a dream

Ever moving – cloudlike

Le masque

Summons potential

To sleep – perchance

Another dimension

Dreaming

Carnaval de la vie

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Bisous,

Léa

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