The Ifs, Buts and Whys

Blurred lines dance between you and I

Sharp is your edge that makes me cry

Gone are the days of love-filled eyes

Painful truths... I flavour with lies 

Where is the bond that was once strong?

The certainty that we belonged?

How did we get it so darn wrong?

My heart weeps... melancholy songs

I fear it's time for our goodbye

Although we blatantly deny 

Our fairytale has gone awry 

Together, lonesome... we do lie

For loves return, I do so long

Your sweet affection I do mourn

We've lost each other in life's throng

We've only made... the first furlong 

Our masquerade is no disguise

Storm clouds visible in our skies

Our love free-falls to its demise 

Questions haunt... the ifs, buts and whys

© Debbie Razey 2015

  

 

I revel...

I revel in words...

beauty... the wind's sweet caress

the sun's fierce kiss

the lucent liquid moonlight 

...the tactility of love

© Debbie Razey 2015

Helping Hands

Balancing my heart and mind does not come naturally

Teetering on life's tightrope, trying to avoid calamity

Striving for equilibrium has always been a chore

I've fallen off so many times and landed on the floor

My heart, you see, it is disproportionate with my brain

Having a heart so large, has often left me drained

However it's the way I'm made, it's essentially who I am

What you see is what you get, with me there is no scam

So over time I've learned to fall and how to get back up

I've also learned to tread cautiously, the rest has been down to luck 

Actually, that's not quite true as I've been helped, from time to time

A friend has walked hand in hand with me, whose heart is as big as mine

Side by side, facing opposite ends, we've somehow muddled through

How we've avoided all the obstacles, though, I really have no clue 

Especially every now and then when the view has become obscured

Although with our hearts, that are so large, we have each other reassured 

What I'm trying to say is two hearts, like minds, are definitely better than one

In fact working together empathically, we have now indeed learned to run

Imagine then, if we all walked together lovingly; each of us hand in hand

There would be no difficulties, great enough, that we could not, withstand 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Deft Fantasy

Beneath moonlight erupts deft fantasy

Riding night's breeze serene on winged achene

Imagination seen so lucidly 

Where stars and moons collide within our dreams

Here myth and lore take on a new pretence 

Grand castle keeps and mountain peeks ascend 

Amidst moonbeams the small becomes immense  

The wily wolf our confidant and friend 

Though hidden deep we all seek fairy tales 

The happy ending ever-after prize

Making up villains and we still pretend

We all prefer azure to dismal skies 

So are we figments within illusion 

All still children swept up in confusion 

© Debbie Razey 2015 both poem and art

Last Dance (tanka)

if after all, it 

transpires, that indeed, I'm not

indestructible 

please feel free, to dance on my

grave and raise a glass to me 

© Debbie Razey 2015

I made me!

Surmise... you think you know me?

Chastised... as I was not bourgeoisie

Despised... because I did not agree.

Surprised? 

I don't do bended knee!

Contrived... I'm not into fakery 

...derived easily from when you emceed

Denied... despite my raw abilities

...prized so highly was, to me, that degree

Incised... but I began to clearly see

...disguised the shame deep within me

Strived... so hard, using only my esprit

Survived... and I'll thrive... as my mind is free! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Lady Of The Lake

He said

"Remember... this

spot, right here, it only

belongs to us... ours... forever

...my love"

Never

had she felt so

wanted or so... adored

Spellbound... she basked; safe in his words

...blinded

His hands

...conducted notes

from each pore of her skin;

dark wild eyes, intoxicated

...her soul

She was

addicted to 

his smell... his touch... his strength 

She'd become his possession a

puppet

on strings

Those strings became 

chains... imprisoned by he;

one day with all of her courage 

...she'd leave

Alas...

he foiled her plan

He did not let her flee

now...forever... The Lady of 

the Lake

© Debbie Razey 2015