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Monday 10 April 2023

Cradle




 I 
bled
roses
at your grave…
cold garden of stone 
Prayed, you’d revive from earth’s mulched bed 
Tugged firm at grief’s deep roots; hands torn, turned sanguine through thorns
Watered, pruned... still, did not return  
Petal’s now pillow
to gently
cradle 
my 
head 

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry 






Elephant

 


Distilling to an essence… 

the hurt that tortures me 

Abandonment put succinctly 

choked on Hail Marys… vacuous screams

Primordial deity grooming,

ravenous... precision’s glee

Feeds on fear of rejection,

makes my minuscule world…

much smaller, than should be!


S…  t…  r...  e…  t…  c…  h…  e…  d, 


opaque,     bereft…


drought’s watering hole of death!



I tightrope bloodshot caverns,

in sleepless, wraith-like dreams

I'm bridled, whipped and shackled…

makes marionette of me

Hangman’s narcissistic magnetism 

I’m their bloody… prodigy!

Litanies of suppression

made me… sacrificial dream


 R

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        g    o

      n         i

         i    I

                 past the ether…

of darkling’s shadowed fiends

Who I somewhere, somehow, must have… 

once misread as friends 


Glinting in the moonlight... 

they retrace my railroad scars 

Ribbons of silvered destiny

now etched upon my pores 

Frayed rivers shimmer, seeping...

way beyond reprieve

Charred, buried, brittle skeletons...

cobwebbed calamity 


Blindly, try to begin over... 

but there’s no clemency 

The path is set in neurons paved…

dawn’s starting gun, it gleams

Beneath the all too familiar… 

gunmetal’s oppressive gaze

I’m preyed upon, 

whether they will or won’t…

this time leave me for dead 


Please make it stop... I beg of you!

Please!!! Just let me be!

Is there no peace to find… anywhere?

No security... out of reach?

No safety... without a catch?

Somewhere, don’t have to bleed…

into oblivion’s vast nothingness  

Somewhere, memories’ bones...

aren't stacked in grief  


Somewhere, I haven’t been before... 

so can’t recall the way 

Where all, don’t have an exit plan…

I’ll no longer feel ashamed

Somewhere behind a door called ‘Home’… 

where I will not fear the latch 

Perhaps my lot’s just foot-printed voids…

the size of elephants


Where soulless ghosts of

                                                 

                                           s         u

                                        d              m

                                      e                   b

                                        e                l

                                            w      e

still haunt my harrowed heart 

My graveyard mind, trauma’s resting place,

scribed, indelible... tomb-headed shards

As despite blood pacts, gestures grandiose, 

all who swore they loved me... left!

Setting my life’s fawning precedent, 

as branded ‘expendable’… is hard to forget!


© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry



















 

Stigmata

Palms impaled… stigmata 
Died on cross… he bore our sins 
Daughters still weep... sonatas
in a world where greed still wins 

Mothers and their infants 
forced… into fuel, food poverty 
Existing in the shadows, 
cold and hungry… Calvary 

Isn’t it as shameful... 
we now turn our gaze away?
When Father’s will is broken 
by the tyranny of our day 

Working… till their fingers bleed 
but the blood’s not of their hands
Surely we should intercede 
when humanity demands 

Look at… Ukraine, Haiti,
Palestine and speared Iran 
Crown of thorns… growing weighty,
when some act like Castellans 

Millions... on brink of famine
No loaves, fishes have to share 
Murdered... our native children 
Grief enshrouds... does anyone care?

Africans... refugeed through coups
So many globally displaced 
Father... they know what they do!
Xinjiang internments... a disgrace!

Neo-Judas... they’re our brothers,
fighting racists, atrocities
No better than Pontius Pilate
Sisters deprived... equality! 

No one’s expecting saintly, 
but in ignorance… we’re entombed
So let’s roll away stonewalling 
Let grace, love’s empathy... break through 

This Easter...give to others 
We've ample blessings… no sacrifice!
Rise above… tend those who suffer 
Save persecuted… still crucified

Blood on hands... it is our own,
when global family... they bleed
So stand for peace, for fairness! 
Carve new world… where ALL are free! 

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry

#kindness #peace #empathy #saynotowar #endpoverty #endracism #equalityforall