When?

you say “don’t stay then”

when I seek comfort... remorse

shun my eye contact 

as if blind to me and love 

when will we heal eye to eye 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Please Take Me Back

Oh please take me back to Gigha's celestial shores, where my heart it so longs to be 

Betwixt Isla and the Kintyre peninsular; beneath vault of ultramarine 

With her sheer silver sands, lush fields of green and her jewelled sea of aquamarine

Where Achamore's rhododendron, grand shrubs grow… so effulgent; a true Eden scene 

Please take me back to Gigha's empyrean skies, where my heart it so longs to be 

With her artisan flare; delicious banquets of, bounteous, sea delicacies 

Taste her silk spun milk from isle’s ancient herds; who lackadaisically bask in sea 

Where once Vikings ventured, now the ferry visitors cross, her sound of sequinned sea

Oh please take me back to Gigha's sweet scented air, where my heart it so longs to be 

Where my mind sets at ease and my artist's soul can run free, adrift her wave-song breeze 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Dear Sir...

To the neurosurgeon, who would not let me speak

So far behind schedule you had no time to greet

Even though, eighteen months, I'd waited for your time

You used my appointment to reduce your queue line 

I know I'm just a number to cross off your list

Still, your abrupt words struck me in gut like a fist

As when fired at with questions and tones of disdain

I crumbled to nothing, my mind screaming in vain  

For this is my life Sir, everyday without fail

Everyday precarious... becoming more frail

Came to you in desperation, just wanting advice

Hoping you could give me back some quality of life 

Yet, you'd no time for me, no compassion to give 

With hostile impatience drained my hope through a sieve

Left me with nothing and in worse shape than I'd come 

Performance of ego set to clocks ticking drum 

What I had wanted to ask you was all written down

Yet, when suggested you read it was met with a frown

As your time Sir, was too precious to waste aiding me

All my answers, to your questions, were right there to see 

So now I'm left traumatised worse off than before 

No place to turn now... how much more must I endure? 

Like you Sir... once was healthy, I did nothing wrong

Not of surrender... it’s one of fight, my swan song 

For you see I've a family I cannot give up 

Who, even though I'm floundering, surround me with love 

I guess I'll seek another then and rejoin the queue 

As time with my family is, to me, precious too 

So next time you're behind Sir... wanting someone to blame 

Please, remember these words, don't let it happen again

As your prey maybe that day at the end of their rope 

Without a family, energy... lost of all hope

As with your title Sir, comes responsibilities

Your paid to heal not bring vulnerable to their knees

I ask... how good is a doctor who's no time to care

Who has knowledge, experience... yet, no time to share

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Insomniac Poet Heart

Insomniac Poet-heart

Silver laced words stick fast in my dream-caught thoughts 

Glint... in the tussled tendrils of the one-eyed sultry sunrise

Each dissipating, frustratingly, into the moist songbird-air

Hovering, only for a fraction of a moment, on my dry mute tongue

So I may taste bitterly, all the once possibilities.... never to be penned

Never to be heard... lost to rotate indefinitely on rhyme’s carousel 

Torn... between two plains of consciousness I hear my mind unconsciously 

Fracture my faint vail of sanity, causing me yet more complexities 

As inaudible echoes of unseen-light tease... my insomniac poet-heart

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Dandelion

Puffball

Priest’s crown

Lion's tooth... française ~ "dent-de-lion"

Blow-ball

She found 

Yellow, clock flower... Taraxacum 

Mane shines

Bright sun 

Meadow king... for many an eon 

Bee shrine 

Child's fun 

Conspicuous... as great Orion 

One blow 

Set free

Seed constellation... flora's Zion 

Some sown

Some weeds

Fields ablaze... with bowed gilt-heads, sighing 

Graceful

Disrobe 

Ghost dancing florets....  demure, sheer sea

Bird call 

Erodes

Serene... as far as the eye can see 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

6 Years And Counting... M.E.

Horse kicks to back that never leave

Radiates down hips... to my knees

Cracked-glass ribs shatter, when I sneeze

My body temp... lava to freeze  

My brain it drills electric holes

My pain writhes, sears and Hell unfolds Weighted down on bed... chokehold  

Yet still, no help for us... I’m told

My neck too fragile for my head

I rattle now with all the meds

Despite my best, M.E.... can’t shed

Nicknamed aptly... “The Living Dead”  

Weak, limp muscles and hands that drop

Unsupported, cannot sit up

On days like this, I beg it... “STOP!”

It’s all I have... to not give up 

I lose the key to words, unlock

Life decimated... left in shock

I’m now no more than a stopped clock

Why is M.E.... fair game to mock?

My blood pressure waves, peak and trough

And yet, so called friend, still...  she scoffs

In moonlit hours I reach... ENOUGH!!!

Thank God for you of endless love 

No fuel, to eat, breathe or greet 

Reduced to putrid rotting meat

To block out sound... no easy feat 

Thundering in ears... own heartbeat 

Light also now, no friend of mine 

Spend days blacked-out... lose track of time 

Text nonsensical, blurred mazed rhyme

For all I do... I pay the fine

Yet, still I hope and dream and pray 

That my health will... return one day

That I’ll no longer live afraid  

Of living, rest of life... this way 

© Debbie Razey 2019

Once, whimsical dream, I near breathed 

Now a mere painting in my head

Where emotive hues dance untamed 

Yet striking still... I’ve no regret 

© Debbie Razey 2019