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I am closer to death than I am to birth…
and still, I don’t know who I am…
During daylight hours I pretend to be me…
but under the covers at night, doubts fill my mind…
Dreams of second guesses and forgotten successes…
mix with flights of fancy, and horrible messes…
I toss and turn, waiting for sleep to save me…
only to find my mind never forgave me…
Deep beneath the tattered tangled blankets…
I try to find me, the one I haven’t met yet…
But every event, every thought, every action…
changes me from one moment to the next…
Each a tiny death, becomes a birth, a resurrection…
Then morning comes, and I am more tired than awake…
and still, I am who I am… rediscovered…
at least for one more day…
Is there any other way?

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Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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Cicely Robin Laing © 2012

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Here Fishy, Fishy…

Here Fishy, Fishy…

Why don’t you come when I call?

I’ve named you…

I’ve fed you…

But you’re just not friendly at all!

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There Fishy, Fishy…

There Fishy, Fishy…

Don’t turn your tail, Don’t be sad…

I’ll pet you…

I’ll hug you…

Still your glassy eyes… really life isn’t so bad!

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Oh! Fishy, Fishy…!

Oh! Fishy, Fishy…!

Please… was it something I said?

I’ve petted you…

I’ve regretted you…

Whatever you do… Please… Please, don’t be dead!

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I wonder what fish think about when their friends go belly up…

Then again… do fish have friends?

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A little something for #Whatever Wednesday…

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Words and image… and general silliness by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

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Max…. was like an axe…
He was sharp on one end and blunt on the other…
When he spoke people gathered to listen…
But he never made any sense, even to his mother…
His words sounded so good…
So clear and succinct…
But when you pulled apart their meaning…
It was like soup splashed in a kitchen sink…
But Max, he was like an axe…
He was sharp and to the point…
He cut his way through his troubles…
Like a butcher severing a joint…
Despite the lack of content…
He always made an impression…
It wasn’t long before…
He found the perfect profession…
Of course, he became a politician…
Winning debates, and the final election…
Once in office, did he accomplished anything…
Not to anyone’s recollection…

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Max was good looking… He would have been lovely in the oval office…
(A tale spin improvised story… not a reflection of any real person… really… 🙂

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Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

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I lay my head down, nestled into my favorite comfy chair…
The holiday decorations are scattered all around the room…
Plans to hang them up, suspended in my moment of contemplation…
Sparkles of the past, glittering reminders of friends and family…
An ornament made of macaroni and painted gold that I gave to my mother…
A star made of paper mache’ shedding it’s silver glitter, made in Sunday school…
A pinecone with frosted tips, hung by a shred of yarn, made for my Dad…
Paper snow flakes and cinnamon scented snowmen…
Tiny red velvet pillows with “Marry Christmas!” scribbled on them…
Broken wooden candy canes, tinsel angels and stars of tin…
Fragile glass balls with names written in gold, half worn off…
Gingerbread men too tired to run off…
Laminated photos of kittens and childhood faces glued to cut out hands…
I don’t have a tree this year to hang all these memories on…
The box lies open…
The treasure spread across the floor…
Memories ready to hook onto a new holiday… only…
Where to hang them…
New traditions come… New ornaments arrive…
But old memories demand my attention…
If only for a little while…
Eventually I will hang them…
Around the room like a garland…
Herolds of the past…
Adding flavor to the present…
For now… they wait… and I watch…
As they twinkle at me from across the room…
Then I close my eyes…
And travel back to a time of glitter and macaroni…

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Every year the box gets bigger… I can never throw anything away…

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Photo and improvised poetry by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014 

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The freeze came early this year…
I shiver to myself as the frost spreads across the window…
Digging through the bottom dresser draw for lost wool socks…
I wonder if my toes will ever feel warm again…
Buried beneath my Grandmother rough knitted afghan…
I steep my nose in the rising steam from a mug of orange tea…
Still snacking on the left-over pies from Thanksgiving…
My brain and body want nothing more than to curl up…
and hibernate till Spring…
January has come in December…
Here’s hoping March arrives early too…

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Thanks a lot “Arctic Wind”…
Stay warm out there…
Unless you live where it’s warm…
In that case… send some of that heat to me!

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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

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Meet Little Fifi, a rather large, fluffy tabby cat
and yes, she really did look just like that.
Fifi had a special talent for curling into a ball.
She was so good at it that she barely looked like a cat at all.
She loved to tucked her tail in tight
and draw in all her paws until every limb disappeared from sight.
On very cold days, her nose would disappear beneath her
and her ears would bend and blend into her fur.
So complete was her ability to hide
that only the gray stripes of her tabby fur gave hint to the feline inside.
Often she could be found purring on her favorite red pillow,
looking ever so much like a tabby striped tribble or a giant marshmallow.
The only thing that could get her to uncurl against her wish,
was the sound of the can opener and the smell of tuna fish.
Little Fifi was the best cat of all,
especially if you liked large purring, furry hair balls…

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Hope you enjoy a bit of bad improv poetry for this rather cold and wintery Caturday… I so wish I could curl myself into a warm furry ball…

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Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

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Mr. Hand Turkey suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the Furry family gathering….  The fact that he was made of paper did not seem to still the quivering of whiskers… However, he was determined to be happy about not to be alone on Thanksgiving… His four new feline friends made him feel right at home… Then they created a bit of holiday origami….

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Hope your holiday has been full of love and thankfulness…!

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Drawing and improv story by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

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