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Monday, 26 May 2008 04:43 |
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A poem I'd written many, many years ago when
I was in a very unhappy and lonely place in my life. I'm glad made the
changes necessary to become the woman I am today! ; )
Deconstructed
Angst and confusion.
Sadness at dismay.
Generating confusion
Over an angry display.
Criticism in the constant.
Lacking in construction.
Pulls me apart
Into tiny pieces.
Pulls me apart
Till the goodness
Goes away.
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Wednesday, 07 July 2004 06:54 |
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
Reprint Info: Most
of Linda's short stories, poems and articles are available for reprint
provided the copyright notice above is included at the end of the
article. If you wish to use a piece, please contact Linda for
permission. She'll want to see a link to your site or a sample of your
publication. Of course, she'd love to get paid where the opportunity is
available! All writing must be left fully intact. Please make sure that
the link to her site is live and clickable.
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Monday, 12 April 2004 06:54 |
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
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
Reprint Info: Most
of Linda's short stories, poems and articles are available for reprint
provided the copyright notice above is included at the end of the
article. If you wish to use a piece, please contact Linda for
permission. She'll want to see a link to your site or a sample of your
publication. Of course, she'd love to get paid where the opportunity is
available! All writing must be left fully intact. Please make sure that
the link to her site is live and clickable.
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