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In My Dreams by Cicely Robin Laing

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In my dreams…

I watched them play…

Up on the hill top, on a windy day…

There was no sorrow…

There was no loss…

Just a kite to fly, and a ball to toss…

Happy laughter…

The sound of running feet…

Inside this memory there was joy to meet…

The rustle of wind…

And the crack of thunder…

Spoiled my sweet feel of slumber…

Now, awake…

Beneath these layers I lay…

Wishing for the break of day…

To shed the thoughts…

And hide the tears…

Of missing you these many years…

In my dreams…

I get to play…

With you… on a hill top… far away…

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Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015

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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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When we make love…

I do not know where you end…

And I begin…

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Day 30… Image 32… Poem 32….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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Your absence is an avalanche

that buries me everyday…

Each memory, every story

is a wave that carries me astray…

I cannot stand before this tide

of emotional disarray…

Your absence is an avalanche

and I don’t want to get away…

For all the debris that covers me

makes me want to stay…

Bury me, enfold me in your.. avalanche

Until I feel… okay…

 

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Day 28… Image 28… Poem 28….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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When he watches me

I feel smaller than a speck of dust in the universe…

Planets will wander

hoping he will notice them…

If he grabs you from your orbit

Don’t let him kiss you…

He will deceive you with his passion

He will confuse you with his poetry

He will create a new galaxy… just for you

Then he will leave you all alone…

A billion lightyears from home…

You will remember his laugh

You will trace the touch of his lips

You will ache for his embrace…

But you will have nothing, just footprints in the stars…

and proof of dark matter…

I know him…

He watches me

I may be smaller than a speck of dust in the universe…

But I know

someday…

I will be watching…

and

I will be

witness to his super nova…

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Day 26… Image 26… Poem 26….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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She had Medusa’s eyes
but not her lovely lips
Snakes did climb within her hair
and twine down around her hips
Her mother turned men to stone
and sank so many mighty ships
But she had only Medusa’s eyes
and not her lovely lips
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She could not sing the siren’s song
and so remained alone
On her island with the snakes
and her mother’s men of stone
Her voice was like a fearful wind
a dangerous sound cyclone
She could not sing the siren’s song
and so she lived alone
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She dreamed of a hero fine
who would come to set her free
A hero who could love her
and not become a stoney frieze
He must be deaf to her windy voice
and look past her ancestry
She dreamed of a hero fine
who could come to set her free
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She had Medusa’s eyes
but not her lovely lips
She could not sing the siren’s song
and so there came no ships
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Day 21… Image 21… Poem 21….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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I was her final prize…
She took me with no doubt…
Her eyes left a lingering trail…
Up one side, down and inside out…
In a single moment she saw…
every secret, every flaw…
In that fatal instant…
She had me.. all…

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“I won’t tell.” she whispered…
“Your secrets now are mine.
I will keep them here between my teeth
until the end of time.”
Then she kissed me…
Our souls they did combine…
“Now.. You are really mine.”

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I watched as she closed her eyes…
She soon grew grey and cold…
I reached out to her lovely face…
Never had I been so bold…
Her lips with my fingertip traced…
As her flesh did turn to stone…
Now, more than my deepest secrets…
she did forever own…

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I knew her from all sides now…
from her stony gaze I could not hide…
A fearful prison she had built…
My heart trapped deep inside…
Behind her lips…
trapped in her grip…
my secrets and fear collide…
I am now an empty shell…
yearning.. terrified…

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“I won’t tell.” she whispered…
“Your secrets are all mine.”
Her voice echoed in my head…
carving me sublime…
Between my teeth…
I bit my tongue…
But no blood could I feel…
Her stony gaze infected mine…
I was no longer real…

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Now, I turn and look at you…
There is nothing I will miss…
It’s all here between my teeth…
Let me fill you with my kiss…
“I won’t tell” I’ll whisper…
As I close my steely grip…
For secrets are the lure…
and fear my cutting whip…

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My gaze will infect your eyes…
as your secrets fill my grave…
Emptiness will soon devour…
and others you will crave…
In my need I’ve stolen yours…
with my love I’ve lied…
I used to have a human heart…
where fear and secrets hide…

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Day 20… Image 20… Poem 20….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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You think you know me…

So you feel you have the right to impose on me…

You say you love me…

so you worry…

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You think you have to help me…

What that really means is you want to fix me…

You don’t want to hurt me…

You are so sorry…

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You think you understand me…

I’ve shared stories and opened up vulnerable parts of me…

But you see mistakes, you don’t really see me…

I think your love is lazy…

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You think what you do is good for me…

That everything will be alright because you care about me…

But is all this really about me…?

Your answers are hazy…

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I think I finally know you…

But I would never try to change… or rearrange you…

I care for you, I even love you…

Still you make me crazy…

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If you really truly love me…

Stop trying to change me, fix me or save me…

Instead, see me, hear me, love me…

Anything else…

Will push me…

away…

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an extra poem during National Poetry Writing Month

because when life tries to knock you down…

a poem lets you land on your

emotional feet…

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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