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Pink…

CicelyRobinLaing©2012

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Pink has never been a favorite hue

Though I enjoy its lovely variation,

From a deep crimson to a soft pale rose

In nature it is a glorious celebration.

In my childhood room pink did spread

Depressing in its societal expectation,

Surrounded by walls all a dull pale shade

I felt trapped by this gender categorization.

On every surface this color did lay

Lack of choice fed a queer aggravation,

In a corner it began with crayons in hand

I implemented a colorful decontamination.

Waxy lines in grand designs

Expanded in artistic creation,

A princess no more I began my war

Against this color dehumanization.

Till Mother came in and nixed my win

Thus ending my first feminist emancipation.

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Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

NaPoWriMo …. April 15, 2014

CicelyRobinLaing©2014

Darkness, like a deep lake

calls with relentless waves

upon my shadowed shoreline…

I am watching the moon

its reflection scattered

tossed across the rippled surface

Glimmers of hope dancing

never still 

always out of reach…

The air tastes of day old fires

embers lost in time

remnants of passion unfed

coals buried in ashes

awaiting rekindled heat…

An icy breeze crawls across my skin

tracing forgotten scars

kissing the painful moments

I thought I had left behind…

I see your face

dreamlike

I reach out beyond

the boundaries of thought

My heart pounds with the beat

of love at war…

I am the moon

its reflection scattered

tossed across the rippled surface…

I step out upon the darkness

toes skimming the surface

finding purchase on 

glimmers of hope dancing

never still 

always out of reach…


Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

NaPoWriMo …. April 14, 2014

I Know…

CicelyRobinLaing©2014

Don’t tell me

 I know

 I am so much more than you see

 I am so much more than you know

 I am

 I will be

 forever… a mystery

 


Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

NaPoWriMo …. April 13, 2014

 

"Hot Milk" CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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On my birthday

We will burn candles

We will burn calories

We will burn bridges

We will burn boundaries

most of all 

We will burn away time

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On my birthday

I may grow 24 hours older

I may forget to keep track

I may learn who loves me

I may forgive those who don’t

most of all

I may discover who I am

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On my birthday

I want to feel loved

I want to feel alive

I want to feel intimacy

I want to feel ridiculous

most of all

I want to feel like I matter

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On my birthday

I will give thanks for my friends

I will sing silently to myself

I will be content with no party

I will think of my parents

most of all

I will remember that it is not all about me

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On my birthday

The sun will shine upon the Earth

The wind will blow across the land

The tides will push against the shore

The rain will fall traveling to the rivers

most of all

The world will be refilled with new life

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On my birthday

I am awake

I am aware

I am thankful

I am unafraid

most of all 

I am me…

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Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

NaPoWriMo …. April 12, 2014

Sparks….

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Moments leap with fire

Trail lines drawn behind the eyes

On a dark field, life

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CicelyRobinLaing©2013.

 


Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

NaPoWriMo …. April 11, 2014

CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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Mirrors of rain

globes held tight

curled between edges 

just out of sight

a green embrace

where treasures cling

a bit of candy 

on the tongue of Spring

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Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

NaPoWriMo …. April 10, 2014

Reverse bouquet Cicely Robin Laing © 2011

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Window sill ghosts

shimmering at the edge of sight

movements caught

in the change of sunlight

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Magic made 

of objects mundane

stories of mystery

where questions remain

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Sweet shadows

in afternoon light

disappear into dreams

in the flat sight of night

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Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

NaPoWriMo …. April 9, 2014

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