A conversation with Violet

"Mummy?"

"Yes Violet"

"How do we make trees?"

"We plant them from seeds"

"What are seeds?"

"You know, pips in apples;

Then over time they grow into beautiful trees, with help from the sun and rain"

"Mummy?"

"Yes"

"Can I have a Huggle?"

"Of course you can baby; come here......jump up on my knee"

"Am I your baby, Mummy?"

"Yes, you are darling and always will be"

"Mummy?"

"Yes?"

"Your hair and my hair ....snap!"

"Haha, yes they do look alike don't they Violet"

"Your hair is on my hair.... it tricked me"

"Did you think it was yours, Honey!"

"Yes Mummy, your hair was tricking me"

"No Violet, it's just because I'm cuddling you and my hair is overlapping with yours"

"Mummy?"

'Yes Baby"

"I look like you, don't I?"

"You do Munchkin; that's because Mummy made you......I grew you like a tree"

"Did you Mummy?"

"Yes Baby Girl, you grew in my tummy so you look like me and our hair looks the same"

"Mummy?"

"Yes Violet"

"I'm hungry....my tummy is going rumble rumble rumble.... I want an apple pleeeeease?"

"Ok, but only an apple; it's nearly time for dinner"

"Ok Mummy.....love you!"

"(Sob, wail, sob, wail) MUMMY!!!!!!"

"What's wrong Darling; are you hurt?"

"No.... (Sob, wail) I've eaten a pip!"

"Oh, it's ok honey.........don't worry, it won't hurt you"

 "(Sob,wail, sob,wail)...but.... but ....I don't want a tree to grow in my tummy Mummy!"

Debbie Razey 2014

 

The Un.....tameable Shrew!!

Taming of the Shrew....well I promise you, to me, that is never going to happen

Although I wouldn't quite describe myself as a shrew,

I am more of an independent, strong-willed woman who's occasionally  combatant

To be tamed...not likely . Am I merely considered to be no more than a stupefied domestic animal?

What right has any man to be my master; what makes him superior?

My integrity, opinions, freedom of speech are, to me, held dear; valuable

Oh my...... look at him; his swagger! Oh wait.... he's coming over.......he's so fit!

"Hi....yes nice to meet you" . Oh he's so funny.....his voice is like velvet

Would I like a drink ? "Yes, whiskey please" (swoon). How would I like it ....umm....just as YOU like it!

Debbie Razey 2014

Cruel Time

Emptiness encroaches every minute

My soul enveloped by the lonely hours

Waiting, yearning and praying for the day

death reunites us...hopefully, within the week

Time is punishing me with languid months

Like yesterday...but it's been now a year

Love left too soon; pain lingered long...all year 

I walk in shadows, tortured every minute,

plagued by unrequited love's wretched months

My heart breaks when the clock strikes; chimes the hours

Days rapidly become week upon week

I'm In purgatory... trapped in that one day

Immediately, I knew the first day

Our future I had planned, mapped out the year

Love's rich bounty was ours; we basked that week

I can recall every precious minute,

how we made love for what seemed to be hours

Inseparable, happy... contented months

I fell beyond the realms of sense in months

My heart, it was seized that very first day

Your quick wit; fine physique, filled my many hours

I fear my obliterated heart won't last the year;

dying.more each day...each hour... each minute

Memories taunt me... through my bleak void week 

If only I could rewind that last week;

go back and frequent love's majestic months;

preserve, cherish every wondrous minute;

hold you close in the night... your hand by day 

Create a slide show, a scrap book of our year

Write a novel about those love-drenched hours

I want to stop dead the clock's spiteful hours;

eradicate any new hour... day... week

I wish to travel back to our precious shared year

Erase grief's stark stain; its long, lurid, sour, mournful months

Prevent what happened that odious day

Freeze frame; save you from fate's chosen minute

It took hours to die slowly... to bury two months

A week of despair... in a state of denial for days

A year of tears... stabbed twice within a minute

© Debbie Razey 2014

Poetry: What it means to Me!

Poetry -  it sets me free from the realms of my own mind

Never know what pen will show 'til it taints the hungered paper

Words devour my inward thoughts, spilled out for all to see

Verse or prose, it matters not, the stanzas set me free

My drug of choice, poetry, is my vice; I revel in its bliss

Poetry's passion elicits, in me, my every licentious wish 

The eloquence of vocabulary is music to my ears 

Words resonate; I see my fate unwind in clear calligraphy

Its decadence, without pretence, pieces back my fragmented heart

Through scribing out the pain of years; from despair, enables me to part

Without my muse and all its cues, I think I'd still be lost

So pen in hand and thoughts in ear, I scribble at all cost

© Debbie Razey 2014

The 23 Enigma

Wow! There is certainly an enigma concerning the number 23

However, it could be argued that for whatever you look for you see

So many of the claims are unfounded or cannot be verified

However, in my own life, it's uncanny how significant is the law of fives

I was married on the 15th and my two boys were also born on this date

So therefore, was this all through numerology predestined, or was it just simply fate

I'm certainly not dispelling this theory as the Fibonacci sequence has me in awe

It's just, I'm no mathematician and quite frankly this has my head reeling and sore

I just wonder, if this is merely what we as humans, try to project on to life to make sense

Does it take the onus our own course of actions; surely it's more to do with consequence

Although I have to say I'm intrigued, as our ancient ancestors also thought it to be true

In fact according to some the Fibonacci sequence is indeed God's code; printed in blue

See now you've got my mind doing cartwheels as 2, 3 and 5 do appear in the latter sequence

I wonder though have all significant dates been calculated and compared to give this enigma such credence? 

I realise I'm portraying myself as a sceptic, a non believer but believe me this - is not the case

It's just sometimes I like to ponder and contemplate; I do not like to form opinions in haste 

I am very interested in star signs, philosophy, tarot, numerology, runes, legends and myth

As I believe there to be some truth and worth in them all, but I need to do more research forthwith

Maybe, I'll leave it up to the professionals; as my mind functions better with words 

Although, from now on, no doubt, I'll be assessing on the 23rd of each month what has occurred 

I'm rambling incessantly, as this is not a topic that is best deliberated in the early hours; as the clock strikes three

I must now wrap this poem up, as this is the 22nd line I've written and I don't want to jinx it by writing 23! 

Debbie Razey 2014

Childhood e(lap)sed!

Childhood e(lap)sed! 

Safe 

Warm

Haven

Where I'd sit,

when Mum was seated,

for my nightly bedtime stories

Now my kids squeeze on mine, when it's time for story time

Sports

Cars

Racing

around track; 

slowing for chicane

Every Sunday, my Dad and I,

would watch Formula 1 cars lap; sometimes a car crash

Fun

Wet

night out

Swimming pool;

visit once a week,

with my competitive brother

We would swim so many laps, followed by fish supper

Debbie Razey 2014

 

Emptiness

Emptiness envelops my lonely, naive soul 

You touched me so deeply and yet you do not even know

I wish to tell you but I fear the rebuke; the consequence

I radiated a warmth to you but yet my love you misspent 

How easy it was for me to fall beyond the realms of sense 

You left me to walk within the shadows of my breaking heart

You played your hand, then spelt out that we should remain apart

I wish I could erase our tryst and heal my fractured, shattered heart

But deep inside, I still yearn to touch you... just one last time

Although now, I'm under no illusions that you will be forever mine

©  Debbie Razey 2014