Shadows

Places to hide, images altered
lurking inside, reality fades.
Things not denied, but truth that has faltered;
thoughts that defied; memory jades.

dusks, it is said, steal the lines from our eyes
Grays from the reds and the yellows are white
colors lay dead as the moon claims the skies
details are led away into the night

2010/06/27

Image by Di Hoorenbeek, SL

Sleep well

sleep well, Marielle.
Dream of days filled with visits
Sleep well, Marielle
Seeing sights and "what is it"s
Fill your pages with places
to go and explore
List your main destinations
and then add even more
Yes, sleep well, Marielle
Dream of places you'll go to
When you wake,
plan to make them come true.

2010-06-26

Beside myself

Here is the inspiration

I took a walk the other day
"To find myself" is what I say
I'm looking for just another way
to understand my being

When next to me, I realized
was walking (boy was I surprised!)
myself, not in the least disguised,
It was me that I was seeing

This oddness had me in despair
(I did not like me being there)
until I saw his graying hair
and HIS look of disbelieving

So, up, the conversation grew
where to go, I wish I knew
time was passing, minutes flew
not sure what was achieving

I soon learned I was clueless, yes
of how I'd gotten in this mess
when I asked me, well I knew much less
and both of me were truly lost

but comfort lay right in that feeling
knowing not what life was dealing
this oddness soon became appealing
with oh, so little perceived cost

but in the end, I had to go
I shook my hand and bowed quite low
for it was me I'd come to know
while walking in that no place

I miss me sometimes feeling nearer
but when I look into the mirror
I feel that I have naught to fear or
cause a frown upon my face

2010/05/13

Intimate Stranger

Loneliness visits me now and again
... stays for a while and then wanders away
Not really thinking, I take it all in
and watch for the light of the waking new day

She sits by my side or she walks 'cross the floor
or waves from outside, lest she hide in the mist
Though often she's touched me (I've wanted for more)
and crossing my lips... no, she never I've kissed

Winter

Vestiges of life
warmth fleeting, long since passed
green fades, brown passes, grey white remains

searching, seeking, morsels, twigs, anything
hovering...
looking...
hoping?

baron yet beautiful
a place to rest,
a place to recoup,
a place to leave behind...
... and continue on

(Image by Irena Morris / Eshi Otawara)

Elephant

I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell a soul
'bout my friend, little freddie, who hides in the grass
The first time I passed him I quite almost missed him
he blends in so well, it is easy to pass.

He takes me to places I wouldn't be likely
to think of as places I want to be near
He has introduced me to many a trav'ler
and with him I haven't the slightest of fear.

I sit on his head (doesn't that just sound silly?)
but he likes it and carries my proudly like that
He shows me off happily, likes me to ride him
(it's sort of like being his favorite hat!)

I don't tell my school friends, they'd just criticize me
and push me and poke me like they always do
I don't tell my parents, they say I daydreaming
but please be my friend so that I can tell you.

(Painting by Marielle)

Dreaming

I come here quite often to sit on this hump
I travel this path that goes over the bump
The grass here is friendly, it tickles my nose
when I crawl like an earthworm with bare feet and toes

I swing when I want to, today I will sit
I might roll around this here tree for a bit
The flowers smell nice even way over here
They're magic. When I'm frightened, they take away fear

There's a bird in the tree. He's my friend, yes he is
He tells me nice stories from the friends that are his
He travels way far, sometimes traveling days
Then he comes back and paints worded picture. He says

Young Student Below (that's his name for me, see?)
Hear what I have to tell you, listen up carefully
I know you cannot travel, your legs are not strong
But I'll take you to places, carried there by my song

Then he sings and the magic fills me up head to toe
And the images come and the magic does flow
He will sit on my shoulder and I stand very tall
With my friend singing to me I can walk and not fall

So we visit these places, I see distant lands
My best friend, the bird, perching there on my hands
I can travel and visit and happily run
in the rain, in the snow, best of all: in the sun

Then its time to go home and my bird brings me back
to this hump by the bush and the well beaten track
Then I hear my mum coming, I know how she feels
She is sad as she brings me my chariot wheels

But I climb up and sit there and look at the swing
and I wonder what its like to sit there on that thing
But the bird is my friend and tells me "let it be"
Swings take you flying but my songs set you free.

(Painting by Marielle)