tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72696002131031057552024-02-08T04:05:51.165-08:00laurasnotepad Copyright © Laura Susan Smith, All Rights Reserved Life.....with a poetic essenceLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-36651655710239334232016-10-27T05:17:00.001-07:002016-10-27T05:17:13.344-07:00Healing Powers of the Poetic Word<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I
really want and hope share and impart the rewards of using poetry for
therapeutic release and personal wellbeing.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I love the freedom of expression poetry
offers, finding pause to breathe with the luxury to empty my head and heart
whenever I choose....wonderful!!....and then.... my inquisitiveness is given
permission to flourish. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Poetry can be found in every aspect of
life, opportunities are endless. In the smile on someone’s face to the sadness
in their eyes, the web spun silently through the night caressed by the dewy
morning mist, the unconditional love and sheer excitement of your family pet.
It need not be in rhyming form but can be free verse, whereby opening up a
galaxy of expression.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I
began writing poetry whilst experiencing a particularly traumatic time in my
life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At first it was stuttered emotion,
words slipped from me without order…randomly finding the page, raw emotion
racing from my mind. I found release from this therapeutic outlet, a process of
acknowledging, recognising and taking action felt good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That I could do something about how I felt,
not necessarily change or control what was happening, but could strengthen my
wellbeing,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>observe my emotions, read
them again at any opportunity, allowing me a route map to begin managing my
head and heart with increased clarity. This truly helped me shape a way
forward, cut out a path, a direction in which to process my tangled thoughts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Thinking at a deeper level, one particular perspective
on life came to me….</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">would
we find time or even want to appreciate another's point of view (perspective) if
our own stood in the way?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would we wait long
enough to draw breath, breathe it in and face someone, offering time
to hear them? Would we know if this was needed, would we sense it?
Would we look into the eyes of someone we know well, who perhaps we’ve
overlooked unknowingly? Is time on our side to begin to see, to notice, to hold
their gaze and reach out....?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i> </div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Looking at you,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">had I seen you lately?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">in the true sense of it all,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I wondered if my mind<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">lived for the present,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">within fallen days,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">or racing future.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Had I observed <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">the breath-taking dawn,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">the sun scorching the deep blue, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">could I begin to look?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">fresh out of closed eyelids,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">blink away the blur <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">towards you<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could
we offer this to ourselves?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Begin to
feel replenished with strong limbs, bones and sinews, our minds gently rocked
to a lullaby of self-care. Would we fill our lungs with fresh air, breathe it
in fully to the pit of our stomach and exhale? Would we want someone to listen,
to reach out, to hear us? Is time on our side to get to know who we are,
to see ourselves, to hear our voice, to make time for our thoughts, create our
choices?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I am within myself, somewhere I reside<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">fully kitted out, my choices<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">emblazoned like badges<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">clear to me now,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">if I could speak my truth<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">feel a connection,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">open palmed and close to me,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">sit with you with offerings,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">beginning to know them and who I am spoken,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">time spent in companionship,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">sharing a friendship bench,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">watching words form and elongate,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">accepting of me, reciprocal,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">and so life begins for us with change<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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How do we take that first step if our footsteps are heavily laden? How can
we enlist our mind to release us from entrapment, whereby we have become too
tired, listless, without the wherewithal and unable to find enough
get up and go to get going and gone.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Take me on a journey in my mind<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to a place I do not yet recognise,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I will take a step,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">persuasion punctuates me,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">stepping up to the plate of thoughts,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">the goblet to a calm lagoon<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Well, fair enough you might say, still how do I do this?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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What is it you want?<o:p></o:p><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I want the breeze in my hair,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to feel the warmth of a close friend,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to shake hands with myself,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">introduce someone to someone else,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to absolve loneliness<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">What
is it you feel?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p> </o:p><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I feel weary,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">my legs are heavy,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">my mind is corroding,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I want to be enlivened,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to detach the gum from my shoe,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">unhook the line and roll it out<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></div>
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">What are you
thinking right now?<o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I need to try<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to slot the coin,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to kick the ball in the net,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">tread on the cracks in the pavement,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">jump in the puddles,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">shout out for joy to pay me a call<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">How
would you choose to think/be?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I invite the unknown,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">choose it from the menu,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">unfold my arms,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">toss a coin with hope it will work out,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I want to wave at strangers,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">smile at improbability,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">fight for the cause,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">free the frozen challenge,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">raise my arms for courage,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">lift my chin to the world,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">absorb the shock <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">and rock n roll <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">The
journey into you or me can begin when we choose to decide, speak with
vulnerability, see what it looks and feels like. Reach inside ourselves to find
recognition, acknowledgement and start the flow to release our thoughts and
feelings, filling the page with the light and shade of our lives. Writing questions
and answering them in poetic form can be one way of expression.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Exploring what it is we want is certainly a beginning,
it can increase a sense of who we are. Taking action as opposed to
remaining stuck, if only a small nudge in the right direction, will employ
momentum...like a pendulum swinging, it has to begin somehow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Choosing
to open our minds is freedom itself, without financial outlay. We can converse
with<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ourselves, make an alliance with
our innermost dialogue; the paper and pen becoming our pen pal, make friends with
the written word and decorate the page however we wish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece, it can
be for our eyes alone, a love letter to ourselves, cradling our emotions in
safety.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Collect me in your paragraphs,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">write me in a thousand words,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">hold my emotions within your hand,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">cradle them to the page<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Tell me of yourself,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">how can I know you?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">taste your words on the texture of my lips,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">press them between tissue<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">fold the page,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">keep me safe<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">and I will hold you forever<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">until….<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Some
examples of different forms and types of poetry:-<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Acrostic<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">A
poem using the first letter of each line which spells out a word or phrase when
reading it vertically<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">S<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>ense
my inner soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">A<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>nnounce
me to the world<br />
F <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>ind a space for me <br />
E <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>nliven, wake me from weariness<br />
T <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>emp me from the straight and
narrow<br />
Y <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>earn for me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Choose
what’s on your mind, in your heart:-<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I ran a hundred miles, so it seemed,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">to find peace, I found none,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">and ran a hundred more,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">crazy claimed and became me,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I took a stroll in another’s shoes,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">reread their chapters,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">used their words,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">held my breath too long<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
Should we awake to raindrops pecking the window panes, will it devour our
freshly woken mood resulting in showery conditions to permeate their way
through our whole day?<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Would we unconsciously choose the flooded fens?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Would we stroll the waterlogged walkways?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Would we deny the shimmer of diamond sun reflecting?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Would we crave the sun parched dusty roads?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Would we churn up an emotional deluge?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Would we slide into sodden self-absorption?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could we awake and consciously splash away
our woes?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could we walk in purposeful puddles for the fun of it?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could we shake the hand of the
watery glistening glow?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could we water away the dusty debris?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could we churn out an emotional song?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Could we flow and glide on our felt connection?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">I wonder........<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
In the hours before we sleep could we consciously tell ourselves a bedtime
story about how our day will be given over to a changeful celebration, a
meditation on mindfulness. Softening our expectations of ourselves and
others, listening to the words forming in the moment and leaving aside the fast
forward to a week that hasn't begun, that may or may not tap us on the
shoulder. So that we may take heed or ignore, and turn towards
absorbing our surroundings.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Might we wake up to the here and now, place our feet inside cosy
slippers, watch them miraculously follow our
instructions. Marvel at the simplest of things, reaching for the
fine mist of your favourite perfume, the mornings first steaming cup of tea..<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Keep freshness by your side,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">walk hand in hand with who you are,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">with your choices,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">dance with your decisions<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">So
take the challenge of beginning your poetic waltz....little by little, or tune
into that right or left turn you've been avoiding...search out the
direction it takes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;">Laura<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-76176766370009776522015-10-12T05:30:00.000-07:002015-10-12T05:30:23.952-07:00Changing the moment<div style="text-align: center;">
If we awake to raindrops pecking the window panes will it devour our freshly woken mood resulting in showery conditions to permeate their way through our whole day?</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
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Would we unconsciously choose the flooded fens</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Would we stroll the waterlogged walkways</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Would we deny the shimmer of diamond sun reflecting</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Would we crave the sun parched dusty roads</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Would we churn up an emotional deluge</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Would we slide into sodden self absorption</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: center;">
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Could we awake and consciously splash away our woes </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Could we walk in purposeful puddles for the fun of it</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Could we shake the hand of the watery glistening glow</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Could we water away the dusty debris</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Could we churn out an emotional song</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Could we flow and glide on our felt connection</div>
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I wonder........<br />
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In the hours before we sleep could we consciously tell ourselves a bedtime story about how our day will be given over to a changeful celebration, a meditation on mindfulness. Softening our expectations of ourselves and others, listening to the words forming in the moment and leaving aside the fast forward to a week that hasn't begun, that may or may not tap us on the shoulder. So that we may take heed or ignore, and turn towards absorbing our surroundings.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
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Might we wake up to the here and now, place our feet inside cosy slippers, watch them miraculously follow our instructions. Marvel at the simplest of things, reaching for the fine mist of your favourite perfume, watch how the razor glides smoothing your skin.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
Keep freshness by your side </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
walk hand in hand with who you are</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
shake hands with your choices</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
dance with your decisions</div>
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Have a mindful day.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-34312856687630066152014-06-06T06:22:00.001-07:002014-06-06T06:28:17.961-07:00Friday FeelingFallen out of bed the wrong way?.... at least it's Friday.<br />
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Grand is the scheme of Friday</div>
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Weekend pass on the horizon</div>
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Pallet sharing coloured delights</div>
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Defending arched vision</div>
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Purple plumage</div>
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Orbital orange</div>
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Grassy green</div>
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Lemon lift</div>
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Soak in colour deep</div>
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Sinking layer upon layer</div>
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Reaching your coral reef</div>
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Dislodge your pearl</div>
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Sleep soundly</div>
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Pillow talk the hours away<br />
Silent silver strands<br />
Of secluded space<br />
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Open the arms of courtship<br />
Stretch the length of imagination<br />
Far onto beaches<br />
Of friendship<br />
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Circle your mind for a freedom break... your weekend of choice.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">
LAURA</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-31475493617464356132014-05-01T07:14:00.000-07:002014-05-01T07:14:41.795-07:00Opinions CircleOpening up choice, optional outlets<br />
Voiced sections of our minds, let go <br />
Safety in silence; speech impeded<br />
Powerful penned action leaves the<br />
Skull to crack open thought processes<br />
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Others see into their minds by way of derivation<br />
Interaction then captured, absorbed, finalising, <br />
Spat remarks upset, turn over the table of plenty<br />
Offend, minimise another, devalue self regard<br />
Talk us out of being who we are...yet leaves <br />
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Replaying on the turntable of our minds<br />
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Rinsed out mouths might penetrate the circle of<br />
Tight lips, forced shut by silent expectation<br />
Fear and squirming ruling our fingertips, wrapping<br />
Knuckles pressed firmly to the flesh of repression<br />
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Gold dust sprinkles the high life, cuts short the<br />
Intrinsic pain, lends a hand in the greedy depths <br />
Of finding a way through the webs of sarcasm<br />
The veiling pretence is insidious in flavour<br />
Tastes sweet to the tongue, once swallowed... too late<br />
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The chair gripped like a bear</div>
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mauled into place</div>
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tongue tied, throat silenced</div>
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screamed silently<br />
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ferociously</div>
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the door raged between us</div>
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locked loudly</div>
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cries crawled their grimy patch<br />
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hung momentarily, felt the stale air<br />
quietly gathering, pooling damply<br />
cheek soldered in pain<br />
giant force propelled, the floor<br />
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hard and unrelenting shocked my bones<br />
breath forced itself outward....<br />
black and rigid<br />
the open window of before.... forced shut<br />
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palms spread across the floor<br />interrupted, reinforced toes stamped <br />
crushingly, the sound resonating<br />
without movement now<br />
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To the right of my mind</div>
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a breezy beckoning wandered</div>
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into a conjuring trick </div>
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mist and fog precluded</div>
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with eternal density</div>
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Giving way to a definite</div>
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bypass of emotion</div>
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sitting, wondering, hammering</div>
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for the solution to troubled</div>
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senses that gripped in tight fists</div>
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Gradual senseless doubts</div>
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fogged up the highway</div>
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skidded into black icy fear</div>
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the foghorn sounding its blast</div>
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shouting for all its worth</div>
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Keep me safe in corners</div>
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despite their black features</div>
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poking at me, barricading</div>
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my tomorrow with segmented</div>
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troubles, woven in pin pricking motion</div>
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Grinding statues were still </div>
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age transforming their limbs</div>
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into crumbling confinement</div>
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I struck out and rallied</div>
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them, together we circled</div>
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Transforming our once isolated</div>
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innards into sharing heart</div>
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shaped sentences</div>
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heard by those who chose to hear</div>
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and I rejoiced with hope</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-86702464888770236662013-08-19T05:53:00.001-07:002013-08-19T05:56:54.286-07:00Hope within Hope<div align="center">
If I'm not in view</div>
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how will you see me?</div>
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will it be in a dream?</div>
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a moment of enlightenment?</div>
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an epiphany?</div>
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a silent scream into the night?</div>
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a shrill silence?</div>
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How will I know you see me?</div>
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through the soft beat of my heart?</div>
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in the sifting of my memory?</div>
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with healing wounds?</div>
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over the waves of emotion?</div>
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through the tunnel of your imagination?</div>
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I cannot conceive or believe</div>
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just how this will happen,</div>
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to reach out for faith's home,</div>
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pray for a smothering of hope,</div>
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single your face out in the crowd,</div>
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imagine your texture,</div>
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how it graces my mind</div>
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Crafting a channel</div>
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through the clay of time,</div>
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inking the paper with love deposits,</div>
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blowing a kiss to travel to the</div>
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ends of the earth,</div>
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awaiting its return, one thousand</div>
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years too late</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-92233515608465459802013-08-12T04:23:00.000-07:002013-08-12T04:25:46.795-07:00Of Late - poem for Monday<div align="center">
In the silence we can look</div>
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thoughts pulling us</div>
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direction to directionless, of late</div>
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We walked, soles to the ground</div>
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souls, hand in hand</div>
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I did not see you, of late</div>
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Have not for a long time</div>
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walking past the hours</div>
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with shuffles, of late</div>
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Into the ache of the day</div>
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the bend that turns into</div>
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marsh land, that sinks, of late</div>
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you deep, deeper than ever</div>
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imagined it could be,</div>
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a hand would encourage, of late</div>
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has not been present</div>
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would I want it to remain</div>
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unheld, of late</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-4034085576640783292013-08-09T06:34:00.000-07:002015-10-11T11:27:09.128-07:00Time and again I try....maybe I can succeed todayHow do we take that first step if our footsteps are heavily laden?<br />
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How can we enlist our mind to release us from entrapment, whereby we have become too tired, listless, without the wherewithal and unable to find enough get up and go to get going and gone.<br />
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Take me on a journey in my mind</div>
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to a place of certainty</div>
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I will take a step</div>
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persuasion punctuates me</div>
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step up to the plate of thoughts</div>
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ride the goblet to a calm lagoon</div>
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Well, fair enough you might say, still how do I do this....?</div>
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What is it you want?</div>
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I want the breeze in my hair</div>
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to feel the warmth of a close friend</div>
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to shake hands with myself</div>
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introduce someone to someone else</div>
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to absolve loneliness</div>
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What is it you feel?</div>
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I feel weary </div>
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my legs are heavy</div>
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my mind is corroding</div>
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I want to be enlivened</div>
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to detach the gum from my shoe</div>
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unhook the line and roll it out</div>
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What are you thinking right now?</div>
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I need to try</div>
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to slot the coin</div>
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to kick the ball in the net</div>
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tread on the cracks in the pavement</div>
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jump in the puddles</div>
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shout out for joy to pay me a call</div>
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How would you choose to think/be?</div>
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I invite the unknown</div>
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choose it from the menu</div>
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fold my arms in a different direction</div>
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toss a coin and know it will work out</div>
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I want to wave at strangers</div>
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smile at improbability</div>
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fight for the cause</div>
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free the frozen challenge</div>
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raise my arms for courage</div>
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Well the journey into you or I has begun....writing the questions and answering them might begin release. Knowing what it is we want is a certain beginning, it can increase a sense of who we are. Taking action as opposed to remaining stuck, if only a little nudge in the right direction, will employ momentum...like a pendulum swinging, it has to begin somehow.<br />
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So take the challenge of beginning....little by little, or tune into that right turn you've been avoiding...search out the direction it takes.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-41921639596290476882013-07-16T05:35:00.000-07:002013-07-16T05:35:30.805-07:00<div align="left">
Poem for Tuesday</div>
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Within a circle of emotion, </div>
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a seat was placed,</div>
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awaiting to be filled,</div>
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looking from left to right,</div>
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up and down</div>
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Inspiration flew from grasp,</div>
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withered to the ground, crept</div>
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under the chair of emotion,</div>
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sidling like a slug</div>
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leaving a slimy trail.</div>
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The chair remains...waiting,</div>
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unknowingly the invitation</div>
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lies sealed, caught</div>
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under the mat of morose melancholia,</div>
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trapped in tight fibres</div>
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Eyes large and wide</div>
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could not see the space...</div>
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how it gathered, freedom</div>
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surrounding the chair,</div>
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like a dare</div>
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Fear gawked, shook</div>
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its immoral head,</div>
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did not blush at its obstinance,</div>
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whilst shrinking and cowering</div>
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the chair engulfed</div>
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Deny, it won't be real,</div>
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will not protrude into</div>
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mind worrying madness,</div>
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fade off into some distant</div>
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shelf of dust</div>
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The invitation remains, </div>
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will you find it?</div>
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will it find you?</div>
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or remain under tight nit fibres</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-744820065536240822013-06-18T06:30:00.002-07:002015-10-11T11:31:31.301-07:00Back in the flow of life after an emotional break....<br />
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Insert me into the jumping jack squares,</div>
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locked into the concrete cracks,</div>
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wells of unemotional angst,</div>
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trapped tightly, without foot holes,</div>
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find me furthering no mans land,</div>
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quickening my steps into</div>
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swampy soundtracks,</div>
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skeletons collecting half baked</div>
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pauses, losing the plot without purpose,</div>
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of nothing at all to do with you,</div>
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just routing round in me,</div>
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to find no substance worth a light,</div>
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creeping, dimmed, collecting<br />
pint sized worries, magnifying<br />
and tremulously wandering,<br />
catering for a room full of no one<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-25961406621400574302013-04-23T05:42:00.002-07:002015-10-11T11:33:58.414-07:00Do we bare our souls, write our chorus out on the page, or do others expect us to have our suitcases in order, packed neatly and ready to go......<br />
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To let others know our vulnerabilities can lead to a dialogue that otherwise may not exist. It's a chance to invite emotions to the event that may otherwise be left behind. Who knows where we will lead one another in our sharing.<br />
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Squatting in a lurch of emotion</div>
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without a route map,</div>
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secondment en route to the masses,<br />
there appeared a shifting breeze<br />
stiff and tight<br />
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Austerity emblazoned in silk,<br />
fallen out of the ranks<br />
in the popularity stakes,<br />
the iced tea on the hob<br />
warmingly out of character<br />
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Do you recall turning the page of irony, <br />
the yellowed blotter, signature book <br />
of those you'll never meet again,<br />
the autographed page of old inked scrawled,<br />
holed up with cobwebbed coats<br />
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No longer marking time with you now,<br />
even though they stared you down,<br />
head hunted for the perfect prefect of popularity,<br />
seeking you out to check out the aged paper trail,<br />
their current capabilities warranting more<br />
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Settling, the nest felt comfy,<br />
nurturing, gifts placed at your feet,<br />
you dislodged the parrot from your shoulder,<br />
it left a calling card for you...to ignore,<br />
chat up the colourful clowns in the corner<br />
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Steamrollered, you left the game.<br />
parked your plastic smile, <br />
scrubbed clean the mossy mess,<br />
sat back amongst daisy/buttercup armies,<br />
felt the hot poker of rejection, water drowning...<br />
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Sitting right of our left emotions we can observe their exterior existance, observing a different slant or angle. Sittting central we can see both sides, but climbing into and within we <em> feel</em> them, recognise the emotional wrapping paper, the colours they wear. Choose to ask them to stay for a while...laying their appetite to oneside, yet learning to know when to ask them to leave.</div>
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It's been a while here at laurasnotepad.......see you soon.....</div>
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LAURA</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-67692963718487261652013-03-03T09:25:00.000-08:002013-03-03T09:25:51.597-08:00Sunday Specials<div class="poem-title l">
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Sharing words Sundays' words......</div>
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Cultivating Yesterday</div>
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She looked over the rim of her spectacles<br />Wrapping me in cellophane yesterdays<br />I left the room, did not digest left with right<br />As my mind yanked my coat from the peg<br />Leaving tear stained finger prints on the locker door<br /><br />Wedged between the garden gate a bird sat<br />Its wings trapped in suffocating feathers<br />Broken tips flapped its tomorrows into yesterday<br />Dreamt the belief it could fly with mother nature <br /><br />Its back eyes spelt fear, with beaked entrapment<br />I was used to seeing the bird on a wing...soaring<br />I did not know its fairy tale ending....watching<br />I saw someone whisk it away, a bundle of cotton cloth<br /><br />I wonder if it fell out with nature as I fell short <br />Of 'Miss' with her desire to teach the fan dango<br />To those that wouldn't learn. The french parrot laughed <br />In my day dream, as she threw a missile on the wings<br />Of a near miss chalk board duster.......<br />
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Brickwork Silence</div>
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If silence were to overwhelm in quiet noise<br />Noise to overwhem in loud silence<br />We would.....would we?<br />Resume to mediocrity<br />Squander in and out of the<br />Hum drum notion<br />A shallow scale of beige <br />Quick quicksand, slow quick quick slow pace<br />To a death by chocalate wrapped up in a silver<br />Game plan of beige instructions<br /><br />You told me this before signing irrelevancy into <br />The first line<br />Out of the way to straightforward <br />Mental monotony......you wrote<br /><br />We walked waywardly<br />Shells scrambled underfoot<br />To find contrast amis <br />You didn't talk<br />Of wandering off course, the <br />Art of expression took <br />Our lullaby<br /><br />We read the recipe for cement, cooked on<br />High alert<br />Locked one another in the eye....<br />beadily<br /><br />Chose safely, colours of beige<br />Walled......wall to wall.<br />Behind the shadowed brickwork<br />
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The Lost</div>
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When words fail and the song dies in your soul<br />The soft cushion weighs heavy, threadbare, when <br />Dust invites the attic attack to the last memory stroll<br />A fretful protest march accompanying the wood grained heart<br /><br />You noticed the space in short supply, with tight breath, the<br />Expert bargaining skills have begun, bypassing<br />The weak hearts, those that are still journeying<br />Their healing held up in tight palms of moistoned skin<br /><br />And the slide into another day begins, dreadfully <br />With arched pain barriers drumming their morning<br />Beat. Occupational hazard was on the rampage<br />Cracking skull caps from their skinned residence<br /><br />I shone a light into the acute grey tone of those<br />Hearts, those whose shapes lost conviction as the light<br />Shot arrowed tongues from the deaf interiors of wise men <br />Out on the town of feeble failings, they held nothing as their companion<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-67214994526084497792013-02-17T10:23:00.001-08:002013-02-17T10:23:29.711-08:00Words for a Sunday<div class="poem-title l">
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Shifting off to the other side of the lagoon<br />Laying low in murky water holes, plummeting<br />Beneath at the merest notion of movement<br />Slight of hand an enemy, kept in silent nap sacks<br />Carried on the back of evil urgency.....<br /><br />Scalp tingles at the remembrance of foul doers<br />Digging ditches for dead souls, whose last breath<br />Hurts, relieved to reach the demise beyond<br />Settling in dirt...earth to earth.....<br /><br />Recall carries on into the dark hours, winding<br />Its coil tight, fighting a war in close circuit<br />Hearing on acute, laying back into the dimness<br />Sheltered shadows stab the spaces between us<br /><br />Coldness is colder than recall... minus degrees on.......<br /> mind control.... multiplication<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-15720451416544446292013-02-17T09:56:00.000-08:002013-02-17T09:56:01.387-08:00Today's offering<div class="poem-title l">
They v You</div>
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Scaffolded, encased in mortar<br />Propping up bricks of self esteem<br />Doubt had set in. Crumbling top<br />Layers absorbed....did they notice?<br />Felt but.....did they see it?<br />Who are "they"? Seemingly<br />Important and high ranking<br />Well....on a scale of 1-10 "they"<br />Pushed the 100 button golloped<br />Up all you can eat buffet. <br /><br />Sit tight on your swing swaying to miss <br />Their broken sentences to avoid choking<br />In the solid efforts to snap your<br />Backbone, your spine tingling 'sit in'<br />Scares the beige from its safe spot<br />Red rioting around alerting the bull<br />Standing in the corner field, far left<br />Of your vantage point. Scraping hooves<br />Kicked up a stink large enough to have<br />You believing "they" hold all the cards<br />You trodden underfoot bilging cement<br />Running through your veins. <br /><br />"They" didnt just see it<br />"They" designed, patented and claimed<br />The rights to "You"....<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-88037774708717381072013-02-17T09:51:00.001-08:002013-02-17T09:51:57.992-08:00Today's Poem<div class="poem-title l">
You know.....him</div>
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You know that bloke who's been<br />Around for years, the one everybody <br />Sees....no one knows<br />The one we've all past by forever<br /><br />We strolled with complacent familiarity<br />Couldn't tell you his name, infact nothing<br />About his life, loves, home, work....<br />Assumption that he's down and totally<br />Out....done for could be imminent<br />For all anyone cares. <br /><br />Oh yes it's him again. <br /><br />Oh havn't seen him for a while <br /><br />Someone said....."He's still around somewhere"<br /><br />Someone else said "Didnt you know he used<br />To be someone"<br /><br />Wasn't he always someone....?<br /><br />Did you know he died?<br /><br />Well actually....no<br /> did anyone?<br />
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And so.....</div>
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I worked my way up the charts<br />Made it to the top, I parked myself <br />Along the way, in some over zealous<br />Shallow right angled sentence, lacking <br />Full stops. Stripped clean, washed of <br />Thought, of deed. 'Inability' dangling <br />From fingertips that were bitten to the <br />Quick, sore from chewing on anxious..<br />Lyrics, repeatedly playing. I forgot<br />To lift the stylus and hang it up to rest<br />And so it played on...and on...and on<br />I lost touch with its hiccup....sinking<br />To some far off disconnection. If I try<br />To recall...it blinds me, my right eye<br />Out of focus with my left, seeing<br />The unseen; but if you asked me what<br />That meant...perhaps I'd sigh without <br />Knowledge, perhaps I'd smile with knowing<br />Nothingness, perhaps I'd scream with<br />Insufficient lungs, perhaps I'd sing an <br />Unknown melody....that repeats and repeats<br /> ......its hiccup...beatless<br /><br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-65870925928126039142013-02-15T04:39:00.002-08:002013-02-15T04:42:17.189-08:00Fighting for FridaySitting...warming the seat as I sipped <br />
The tuneful melee, grasping one conversation<br />
Over another. My ears would home into<br />
Chatter that was not my own.<br />
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A voice pierced above the mumbled mix<br />
Seeming to outdo those around, invisible<br />
To their volume turned up to maximum<br />
It became hard to unwrap the task<br />
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They stroked their egos, perfecting their<br />
Vocal chords...me, me, meowwww<br />
Cat like importance I observed, high handed<br />
Tongues wagging like dogs on thirst patrol<br />
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Shrinking I turned away collecting choice<br />
On my way and waved farewell to greedy<br />
Waves, torrents building to overwhelm<br />
A great wall drenching whereby paddling<br />
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Became urgent, feet treading, grinding<br />
Others to the wall. Untold mouths wide<br />
With unfinished business, drowned long before<br />
<em>Help me</em>.....scribbled across their foreheadsLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-54611003894441945482013-02-08T03:43:00.003-08:002013-02-08T03:43:47.728-08:00Friday in MindShifting off to the other side of the lagoon<br />
Laying low in murky water holes, plummeting<br />
Beneath at the merest notion of movement<br />
Slight of hand an enemy, kept in silent nap sacks<br />
Carried on the back of evil urgency.....<br />
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Scalp tingles at the remembrance of foul doers<br />
Digging ditches for dead souls, whose last breath<br />
Hurts, relieved to reach the demise beyond<br />
Settling in dirt...earth to earth.....<br />
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Recall carries on into the dark hours, winding<br />
Its coil tight, fighting a war in close circuit<br />
Hearing on acute, laying back into the dimness<br />
Sheltered shadows stab the spaces between us<br />
Coldness is colder than recall... - degrees on.......<br />
mind control.... multiplication<br />
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Do they signify a smile?</div>
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Is it lip service or genuine</div>
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Parting of the lips to show the teeth?</div>
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Does it invite the cheeks</div>
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Are eyes looking down on it </div>
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Have I?<br />
Do I want to?<br />
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Yes I smile</div>
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Do others see it?</div>
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Is it in my mind and</div>
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Not widely known?</div>
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A secret within me</div>
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So may I share a smile</div>
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One that splits from ear to ear</div>
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Makes my jaw ache</div>
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That creates sparkle in my eyes</div>
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You smiled back at me today</div>
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Broad and unabashed</div>
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It was worth it!!</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-52884276291924258172013-01-14T04:04:00.000-08:002015-10-11T11:40:35.227-07:00Mindful Monday Do we wander through life looking to others to make our world ok? <br />
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Do we expect others to know what we are thinking and feeling? <br />
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Do we accept the part we play in our lives or even realise that we have a part to play?<br />
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Do we know our choices, what we want? <br />
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Can we speak our truth, real to ourselves and others?<br />
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Do we say 'Yes' when what we really want to say is 'No'? Tying ourselves up in knots until we are so bound up within that we are unable to function....the jar is well and truly stuffed full to overflowing.<br />
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When we become tired, <br />
cannot sleep, <br />
sleep too much;<br />
feel stressed, <br />
angry, <br />
frustrated, <br />
low in mood,<br />
perhaps depressed, <br />
lacking self confidence..............<br />
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Does this stem from unaddressed emotions and issues and if we continue to ignore what is going on in our lives?...we may find that we begin to find it hard to function.<br />
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Do we feel at ease in our skin, comfortable within the moment?<br />
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Are we running the treadmill of what will happen later, tomorrow, next week? <br />
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Finding a quiet space to listen, begin to hear what is around us right in that very second. It may seem virtually impossible to remain in the now. if we can will we find peace of mind. <br />
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Are we afraid that if we try to change and nothing changes that this will shatter hope? <br />
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Or if we change and feel that all is well only to find that it isn't, how might this leave us? <br />
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In limbo without the wherewithal to know our left foot from our right...? <br />
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Could we lose our once thought sure footing, slipping on the slippery rocks of life?<br />
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cold as ice,</div>
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To find peace</div>
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sweet, yet we fight the good fight,<br />
wave the flag of 'we know best',<br />
fear knocks on our door<br />
once too often and<br />
makes itself comfortable<br />
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So, do we flush out the scary thoughts?<br />
looking at them head on,<br />
inviting their calling card,<br />
asking them to put on their comfy slippers,<br />
to sit down and dine with us<br />
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Do we turn our backs?<br />
fear trailing on the back foot,<br />
soldered to our waking walking moments,<br />
unable to break the link<br />
that chains us up <br />
to the heavy cart load,<br />
the dictionary of doom<br />
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How might we know this to be true or not? Our imagination can be a killer, far outweighing what the truth may hold. <br />
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Will we have the courage to pull ourselves from the yoke?....yelling as we go until we reach a place that has not been introduced to us yet. We may have been invited in before, finding we have stayed outside cold and shivering, thinking we know this drop in temperature well enough to feel some sort of control.</div>
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If we change, trying out a different landscape and don't like it, perhaps rather than moving back into the run down vehicle of our lives, we could take a left or right turn exploring a chapter of a different book.</div>
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When you begin to read a new story that isn't for you do you plod along hoping it gets better or do you discard it? put it back on the shelf? take it back to the library? try to find some other alternative that fits, that is more exiting, gripping....a page turner!!!</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-38292600036515795452012-12-26T15:34:00.000-08:002013-02-07T04:28:38.643-08:00Working on a WednesdayChristmas done and dusted, squidged out of the way to make room for the working day. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear....here we go building up, up, up and out into the atmosphere of 2013.<br />
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We can now look forward to gathering pace, gambolling and cartwheeling away into the springiness of Spring. When the light nights begin to peep through the cracks in the clouds, spinning the sunshine around and around to dance with the March winds and April showers<br />
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Whoooa there....back in the moment...Christmas Day has sat on us and squashed us right into Boxing Day, packaged us out towards the outside aisles, gangways of marauding crowds, digging deep between the rows upon rows and racks upon racks of marked down cloth. <br />
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The festive moment is well and truly over and done with, fed and watered until next time round. So now to handle the New Year expectations. Are we conditioned to party, party, party? Can we decide what it is we want to do or are their conditions placed upon us to kick up our heels in celebration lest we are left feeling less than we are.<br />
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Is it me or are are there more expectations to write the sentence, paragraph, chapter and verse of the Christmas festivities concluding the writing of the whole book for the New Year? Does it place pressure on us, adding to our stress levels? Bringing on the guilt march, wading us into deep water whilst trying hard to hold onto our footing yet weighed down with should and ought.<br />
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Something to be said for feng shui, decluttering our surroundings adds peace of mind; when things are tidy and in order there feels room to breathe almost a sense of serenity. So...to feng shui our minds....clearing out the clutter and making space to listen in on ourselves is a good New Year beginning.<br />
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Into 2013 with a clearer head and a lighter load. Saying what it is as opposed to keeping it tightly held and shoving it under the bed or to the back of our minds. It will remain there until you move or address it...... using up space. Take time to chuck it out or speak it out, shaving off the deadwood and permitting roominess to follow through. Think about how good it feels to just breathe, IN, OUT, IN, OUT, without the junkyard yapping at your heels.<br />
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So go on try a little practice.....<br />
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Gotta leave it to you now, a little prematurely, as my head space is calling me to stop and listen.<br />
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So long for now.<br />
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Drenched softly with the nectar of life</div>
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Sweet dewy tears drops trickled</div>
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Loosening their touch</div>
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Quietly catching in the misty air </div>
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To be welcomed by mother earth</div>
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Where will life take me?</div>
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It's turned into a wet wipe out day, umbrellas to the ready, posting their top knots into the air, spitting the dribble toward the whipping wind, whilst I aim for the warmth, snug with coat and scarf doing a fine job. I stepped out into the world accepting the weather forecast (it is December after all). Feels much better to have taken it on board, relaxingly at ease with it. I can still be who I am, care about those I love, it doesn't have to be sun sun sun even though happiness bubbles up to the surface on a fine and dandy day.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10679323061299177868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269600213103105755.post-87239283469717877512012-12-13T08:35:00.000-08:002012-12-13T14:36:02.358-08:00Wild Wednesday I wonder what makes the tick move in some and the tock in another? Seeing and hearing, lining up identical experiences only to find the absorbing and processing function is uniquely objectified in differing ways. The transference of what you meant can actually not be what was received, convoluting the mystery of misinterpretation and misunderstanding. It is an age old predicament, each to his own to comprehend with freedom. Perhaps a little too freely, bandied about for all and sundry to dissect and manipulate, hanging out to dry, gaining the sought out advantage. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>What you heard is<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>Not what I meant.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></span></div>
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How do we know what is actually another's truth? At logger heads, unable to
fully know, empathy is a characteristic more prevalent in some than others;
nonetheless, we cannot know wholeheartedly the others point of view or felt
experience, however much we try.<br />
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If we choose to listen with true ears, see with genuine eyes, feel with an
open heart, then might it be possible to gain some understanding into the
equation that is human life in all its frailties and mosaic patterns.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong><span style="color: magenta;">I
jumped into the pathway<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong><span style="color: magenta;">Her
voice like a runaway train<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong><span style="color: magenta;">Tapping
its vilification<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong>Marking
time with a sequence of validating</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>Word webs, intricate yet entrapping</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong>I
wanted to know the route plan</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong>That was when I posted myself out there</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong><span style="color: magenta;">The
cause of such a desperate attempt<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong>To deny the inner self</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong>Fear of the fun fair</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Lucida Handwriting";"><strong>The big dipper of emotion</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>Clattered towards me</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>Let out to fight the good fight</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>There was some form of beauty </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>In knowing no matter how</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>Sour the lemon</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>It has settled and at times</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>Troubles me </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>This is when I do not linger</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>For too long and purchase</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>The wrapping paper to parcel</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>Up and post my process </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>c/o Royal Mail</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>In a hopeful attempt </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Lucida Handwriting;"><strong>To be lost forever</strong></span></div>
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I felt at a decided disadvantage today, trickery is a mean spirit, squatting where it is not invited. I emptied the wretched parasites from their clinging repertoire; the repeated chorus trying to connect and run on scalding heat and high speed, overflowing before having a chance to unplug and drain out the bad taste.</div>
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Grinding to a sudden halt I spun out of my mind games, facing away from the squall, and backed out into the foggy lane. The dulled headlights nestled in the damp, misty air; they charted the pathway for my safe arrival, and I breathed......</div>
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I'd caught it in time, injecting some home truths into the hour of my day, decidedly believing what I hear. I absorbed it quickly and honestly and went on my way to regain my place in wherever it may take me.</div>
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I lifted my eyes and searched through the fog, it was ok despite the track slowly disappearing ahead. I could still stand, move one foot in front of the next, gradually, slowly, surely treasuring each step as I went. I stole a moment to deposit my achievements in the inbox of my mind as I traced their outline mapped out before me. </div>
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;">I had trusted in the unseen </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: magenta;">Melted away the backlash of fear</span>.</span></strong></div>
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Snippets of time....snared within a moment only...so....catch me if you can...............</div>
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LAURA</div>
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