Minor fall

leamuse:

Please take a few moments and read this gem from Carly-Jay. She is, without a doubt, the most amazing woman I know.

Originally posted on bruises you can touch:

I’ve grown weary of shaking the hands of strangers and father time

not knowing what catacomb I’ll tumble into.

Dropping like an inelegant bomb into a pit

of frayed men where optimism is a step into fear.

 

I can’t trust the creases in your eyelids

when you think you’re boxing clever.

I cannot walk into that thin stretch of air, at times thick with pain;

its density like walking through sodden curtains of grief.

 

Just another plaint of the wounded,

being sent off to sea in a sinking ship;

baggage lost, with no warm bodies to ferry to my skin.

 

Lifted up onto pockets of non-feeling,

you are the chorus, cauterised, bleached;

I am the verse – stitch, bleed, repeat.

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Double – edged

“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.”

– Sophocles

“Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.” – Diane Ackerman

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Double-edged

It is that soft

Underbelly tenderness

Of a first kiss

That first exploration

Of the one who made

My respirations shallow

My heart skips a beat

-

It is the sharp edges of

Each parting

The tearing of

Heartstrings

The bottomless

Vacuum of

Separation

 *

Bisous,

Léa

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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

Moonlight in a jar - photo by www.etsy.com

Moonlight in a jar – photo by http://www.etsy.com

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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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