Both Blessing And Curse

Leaden head and slumber-drunk I wish to doze

But my unconscious untethers... jolts repose 

Mute soliloquies spiral in whispered throws  

Leaking laced necklaced words which seek to be known  

Though try as I might I'm enslaved by the verse 

Its velvet elixir both blessing and curse 

After dawn's reveille words can't be coerced 

Stolen by dreams... taunting memories of mirth 

© Debbie Razey 2018 ~ Violet Moon Poetry

Not Me

It's autumn again when the world slows down 

When stars glisten more brightly enveloping the town

When the days become shorter and the nights become long

...and I'm reminded by your absence of what I did wrong

See the flames still bewitch me when the log fires burn

Hued-leaves still fall hypnotically as they glide twist and turn

The cold air still embraces me with its invigorating kiss

...and I'm reminded by your absence of all the things I miss

So as autumn magenta-stroked sunsets slip behind the trees

The unheeding gusts of autumn bring stark branches to their knees 

Autumn's blanketed patchwork builds in waves like the sea  

And I'm reminded by your absence that without you... I'm not me  

 © Debbie Razey 2018 ~ Violet Moon Poetry 

Home

One mind not we but yet heartbeats entwined 

Pulsating buds of galaxies benight 

Mosaic notes so empyrean chime

Cadence of love no greed nor fear can smite 

Spirals the shell so doth our D.N.A.

Iris and nebular both echo light

Spectrum sundered humanity's decay 

May care and empathy now be our plight 

But in uniqueness we can harmonise 

All pirouetting gracefully through time 

Through different timbres beauty's emphasised 

Quelled 

is the importance of "what is mine?"

So if now man no more covets to own   

Maybe to all this planet could be home 

© Debbie Razey 2018  

Sleeping Pill

Old typewriters, 

books,

and vinyl record shops

...things which turn me on

With my life and poetry all dried up 

I thought I'd write a song

My guitar's a limb 

and yet it won't sing

the spiralling serenade in my head. 

It's six-thirty

the sun is up 

and yet I'm climbing back to bed 

Well wouldn't you know 

the notes won't show 

and yet the words 

fall... like rain

Tears and ink 

of a life on the blink

yes... I'm probably insane

Yet, my pen it strives 

inside my mind 

to find the answers still!

So, I close my eyes 

to a life of lies 

and strum a lullaby

...sleeping pill 

© Debbie Razey 2018  

Always... The Never

Never to have

Never to hold

Always to wonder

...what if we'd been bold? 

Never to touch

Never to kiss

Always to crave 

...our chaste chance of bliss 

Always to dream

Always to fear

Never to have

...whom we wish most near 

Always to feel

Always to know

Never to doubt 

...what our hearts did sow

© Debbie Razey 2018

Brand New Page

Too painful was the pen to hold...

As acidic-words of hate it told

It dipped and ripped my heart in two

With an ink of deepest crimson hue 

Traced from my heart, each verse it sketched 

No holding back... it etched deep regrets 

The letters rained upon the page 

Rivers of remorse each sentence raged

The paragraphs, it emptied still 

Till of my soul it did have its fill

So I, now barren... crawl away

To face the world with a brand new page 

© Debbie Razey 2018  

Tenebrosity

I thought that I saw you... that you saw me

On a deeper plane which no eyes could glean

Surpassing the words, that between us danced 

Yet, pixelations... were all that were seen 

See I'm a fool when it comes to romance 

Still my soul would seek yours... given the chance

I see clearly now that I was deceived 

Your penchant unveils you... at second glance 

Was it my own reflection... I perceived

Or tenebrosity casting its seed? 

Perhaps sheer desperation was to blame 

Through my chasm of ever-expanding need

My imagination... I hope to tame

You'll no longer be in fate's window-pane

My mirror, the pond... steamy shower-pane 

I'll see you no more... my dreams they will wane

© Debbie Razey 2018