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Monday, 9 June 2014


Too long I have stood on this gnarly, rickety old bridge
Procrastinating, contemplating the ifs, buts and whys
Oh how I envy the clouds, with no predestined direction
No left or right turns or crossroads, just vast endless sky
To my right lies the tawny weathered field, devoid of hope
A stark reminder of dreams left fallow, withered and unkempt
To the left, sweet aroma of lush grass; enticing me to elope
Fresh blades sway hypnotically, evoking a sense of freedom
The bridge beckons before me, the obvious straight route to take
Just one foot in front of the other, no need to seek wisdom
And yet I'm still stood here; stuck, rooted, frozen.... perplexed! 

© Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry

Magpies (haiku)

superstitious myth
counting, two, three
- three's a crowd to whom?

Audrey's Meadow of Dreams

Finally, she's alone at last
She's escaped required duties
Freeing braid from hair, it cascades
Thick auburn heedless tresses hang
over her shoulders like a cape
She throws herself onto the grass,
lush emerald green; cushions fall
Oh how she wishes she could lie
here forever; just be herself
Making friends with faces in clouds
Dreaming of adventures to come

Why must she have been born a girl? 
Why are insects, reptiles, taboo?
Why is climbing trees forbidden?
Couldn't they see she was different?
An explorer she wishes to be
To sail the treacherous vast sea
and discover new lands, species
She wants rich soil beneath her nails;
not to be pristine, manicured
Her taffeta dress; it strangles
Its bodice, neckline, feels restrained

At least here, in serene meadow, 
she is free; her eyes blazing blue
with trapped tears of unfulfilled dreams

© Debbie Razey 2014