Fells cloaked

fells gently cloaked in
alabaster cloud's fur trim
- makes me warm inside

Debbie Razey 2014

Oak's Mantra

ancient twisted oak's
branches dance; recite mantra
- wisdom unfurled

Debbie Razey 2014

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incongruent zones (senryu)

somnolent night chats
incongruent zones of time
- harmonious dreams

© Debbie Razey 2014

Nature Answers

Here, sitting on my old wobbly dilapidated

dry stone wall; coffee and cigarette in hand;

I nestle snuggly, hidden at the bottom of

my overgrown quaint cottage garden

The scent of lavender eases the stress

of my bewildered thoughts... mind at reel
 

Birds serenade my soul with their melodic,

heartfelt songs of a hopeful new day 

The bushes shudder noisily as the wildlife 

go about their undisclosed business 

Grass, still wet underfoot, confirms to me 

that I'm actually here

...I look to the sky for answers

The prowess of yonder hump-backed fells beckons me

They stand before me adorned in melanite twinkling rubble,

gently cloaked in an alabaster fur trim of clouds

Amidst the cornflower blue, open majestic sky; 

the ancient twisted Oak's branches dance 

and recite to me their mantra upon the breeze
 

The babbling crystal brook meanders effortlessly,

hypnotically leading my mind to the valley between 

Sun-dappled by the patchwork canopy above,
shards of gold radiant sunbeams splinter

The tawny foliage carpet path is illuminated

before me....

My direction now becomes clear

© Debbie Razey 2014 

 

 

So Tired

So tired of trying to make ends meet

So tired of waiting, taking yet another seat

So tired of being put on hold or in a virtual queue 

So tired of pushing paper around to him, to her, to you

So tired of paying for corporations to exceed last year's profits

So tired of being force-fed religion, superstition by yet another prophet

So tired of hatred, senseless violence, terrorism, racism, wars

So tired of restrictions, red tape, antiquated, futile laws

So tired of not knowing what I'm breathing and eating

So tired of bullying and abuse... it leaves me seething

So tired of being tired and struggling to survive;

while all the greedy, bigots, bent politicians, warmongers,

fascists abuse the rest of us and thrive!

© Debbie Razey 2016

Tidal waves

Tidal waves of desire turning, deep with my soul
Your currents pull at places I have never felt before
Drowning in sapphire eye's of oceanic splendour...
You leave me wanting...yearning...craving...more!

Imprisoned

Tears flow 

without cause 

and with little resistance

They pool 

on my cheeks

then drift,

awkwardly, 

down my neck

I know not why I cry

or for what, 

only that I do 

I feel so desolate...

so lonely, 

so void of any hope

Trapped in a life 

I don't understand, 

and with no recourse

I wish to break free

but I'm anchored 

by a cruel

twist of fate; 

so,

here I lie 

dormant

I struggle, 

to breathe, 

eat or see; 

I barely make it through the days

Yet, 

here I am;

still,

holding on 

by a solitary thread 

with broken finger nails

and hands 

too weak

to let go

Still, 

though, 

my soul rejoices in the simple; 

I only wish to roam 

free...

amongst the hills,

the trees, 

the birds, 

the clouds...

To wade in the ocean; 

to feel the moon, 

again, 

on my face

I have unwittingly

been imprisoned

by this

relentless,

barbaric disease

but to flee,

would be 

to break the ones I love... 

so

here I lie, 

still...

© Debbie Razey 2019 ~ Violet Moon Poetry