endless tracks sprawled out
...before and behind me now
- one destination
Debbie Razey 2014
Monday, 16 June 2014
Saturday, 14 June 2014
Wishing
A beauty... apparently
A carcass... she feels
Starved of love, awe and hope
Yearning for a kindred other
If only to share the stars
A dreamer, idealist... perhaps
But it is the only way she knows
Her soul it doth reflect the light within
Her heart it whispers... yearns for love's solace
© Debbie Razey 2014
Burnt (For C.)
Momma always said not to look into the eyes of the sun
But from her wisdom I did not glean; a free sprit was I
Naïve, petulant child; dreams too big; impulsive - loaded gun
I ran with the flamboyant, the crazies; the ones with an edge
No fear, or thought of consequence, partook in misdemeanours
My life would be like the movies; never once thought I'd be dead
Golden brown, came part of the package; the next step, the great high
I was indestructible; this was freedom, this to me shined
........quickly burnt up by the sun for looking too long at the sky!
Debbie Razey 2014
Friday, 13 June 2014
Old Quarry Town
Old Quarry Town
the trains long since gone
surrounded by shut quarries
- time it chips away
I never met you
great granddad the quarry man
- the stone still remains
he fell to his death
working at the quarry's edge
- a story passed down
stone house I frequent
rock quarried by ancestors
- comforting echoes
Debbie Razey 2014
Thursday, 12 June 2014
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
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