Linda Laforge

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I wrote this wee poem quite some time ago ... probably 15 years or so ago! I hope you like it.

Looking for Linda

Bestowed upon me
A Gift.
Within it's shell
There is me.
Really!
It's me.

This shell
That you see.
It's hard
Protects me.
It's stern
Face looks.
It's skin
Smooth and hard.
It's complexion
Masked.

When the Wind Whispers

I feel it coming
    when the wind wrestles with my hair.
A sixth sense
    when my skin meets the new come air.
Forbearing,
    that I’ll meet you there.

I trudge through the forest, I’ll visit a friend.
Or I’ll drive to work, Or a letter I’ll send.
I stand strong, and feel it there.
It’s the wind playing with my hair.
I try so hard to plug my ears,
And to cover up my deepest fears,
With thoughts of cheer and happiness.
Even though my life is such a mess.

I play with my cat, or clean the things I keep.
Or I’ll go running, or I’ll just sleep.
No matter what I do, the wind still blows.
I fear all the things that it knows.
Worst of all, at night when it howls,
Out from this world of darkness, it’s very bowels,
The wind; it whispers to me.
It whispers to me day in and day out.
The wind talks gently about,
The world it has explored over and over.
It’s blown in every direction, but can never be still,
No matter how it could will.
To the wind, like a curse; but to me a foolish dream.
We are just the opposite extreme.
I shall some day lay to rest.
The wind will continue on, never to nest.
Immense in proportion, and always so strong,
The wind never forgets to sing me a song.

By Linda Laforge

Linda Laforge is a contemporary celtic artist and creative writer. To see her portfolio and to read more visit her at: http://www.LindaLaforge.com

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Ocean Kingdom

I drove my car that afternoon,
And I could see no moon.
The clouds rippled in the sky.
I no longer had to ask why.

Beneath those rippled clouds, all one,
I felt like a fish in the ocean.
Swimming deep beneath those murky waters,
Flowing helplessly with the course.
Following the others in the school,
Feeling trapped in an aquarium or a pool.
There’s no one I can swim to, just from.
I live here in this Ocean Kingdom,
Where I cannot trust my leaders,
Nor my classmates, nor my neighbours.
And yet, day to day, I get by,
Because I look up to the sky.

That night I got out of my car,
To search the night for a star.
The clouds rippled in the sky,
Lifted after they had a good cry.

By Linda Laforge