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Rose Garden

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damaged petals
hedge taunts
cloche
barricading words
scissored rose thorns
fell piercing
bleeding epidermis
dry

that was
then this
is now
no thorns
no cloche
required

forgotten rose
your memory
wilted
sap renewed
pulses
through my
veins

this new gardenimages-3

welcomes me

we blossom

you and I

Picture it and Write – I am blind but still I see

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From Picture it & Write gallery   pictureitandwrite2copy-1  the pic this week is stunning! touch-reflection-creative-writing-prompt

This week I shall continue with the original theme with my own version from a post I wrote some time back ( you shall find in Poetry and Prose) ‎which I have altered slightly.  I have used a basic rhyming pattern. I hope it is worthy. My entry is in bold black.

My fingertips reflect the world back to me. What I cannot see, I feel, smell, taste, and hear. I feel shadows as I reach for the sun and smell the coming weather on the wind. I’ve never felt deprived of sight even though I’m blind, but sometimes my fingers have a mind of their own. At first, I felt nothing. There would be periods of my day missing; people actually accused me of drawing. At first I didn’t believe them, now I’m awake when I draw. Despite feeling shoved to the back while something else controls my movement, there’s a wave of serenity that keeps me calm. Am I crazy, or just weak? Everyone else has their magic under control.

I hold tulips as they start to unfold, hold the wedding ring and imagine what’s gold.
lift my face to the clouds that I’m told drift through the sky,  sadly miss the expressions of those that walk by
touch the leaves that curl brittle on trees, listen to buzzing from the hive made from bees
Fingers embrace spider webs lacy and glossy, hear as a mother shouts, finger pointed and bossy
imagine the stars on warm summer nights, though never to witness them sit in the sky
jump in the crest of the waves at the beach, set my goals high for things I can reach
Cannot see faces of those that smile wide, or the glow and the love on the face of a bride
can hug all the animals four legged or two, won’t see the lovers face that bids me adieu
painting butterfly wings coloured and frail, touch my words that are penned in braille
Visualise the flight of a woodland hawk, or the joy I would feel to see my child walk
I can feel shiny, the dull, old and the new, wet my fingers on blades in first morning dew
I grasp hold of tree trunks standing tall in the forests, run my fingers across sculptures and paintings of artists
I wish to see happiness in the faces of lovers, or stare into eyes of lonely street beggars
love I would feel sighting a newly born babe, I cannot have this, there is no escape
let me see those who share wealth with the poor, show me the sadness of those who yearn more
I feel the sunshine on a hot summers day, I feel the winter snow, slowly drifting away
I see things that the sighted do not see, is it a gift or simply just me…

The Window

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Her world
behind the window
cracked and rotted wood
falling flakes of paint

curtain not of any colour
greyish hue
old, no longer pretty
need replacing

her world
behind the window
peering out to the garden
sliding her hand along the grimy glass

that she was once able to see through
clearly, but now cannot

how is her mind
behind the window
casting her eyes on weeds
below that need
removing for they old

no longer cared for

and she asks herself …. why don’t they come to visit anymore

Never squash a child’s dream

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Written by a child for a child

I want to travel with the tortoise escaping in the middle night when my parents are sound asleep in their comfy beds.

I have planned my escape very carefully, each day when I returned from school I’d retrieve my pink vinyl covered notepad and scribble my getaway. my parents won’t be happy to see me go, they aren’t sure about tortoises, they would think I’m being silly. they would tell me to grow up and not talk nonsense, but it’s not nonsense to escape with someone you love. the timing must be right just after dinner I will ask mum for a sandwich. she will of course ask why, that I have just eaten and cannot be hungry. oh but I am mum I will answer I’m a growing girl after all. she will smile and make my sandwich. I will climb the stairs to my room and I know my heart will be racing so I must try very hard not to show my excitement. then I will wait and watch the clock upon my bedroom wall and listen to when the television has been switched off and their footsteps up the stairs. I need to stay awake, I need to. it is time, through the curtain on my bedroom window I see him waiting for me. opening my window which creaks I hold my breath hoping my parents will not wake and catch me. I am scared of the trellis of the height and hope I don’t get stabbed from the thorns off the climbing rose plant that dad planted two years ago. the trellis is broken in parts it’s old and mum has been telling dad to fix it for ever. quietly I step across the front lawn that crackles from the icy air. I have packed my drink container and my sandwich and a torch-light for the dark, even though I know my tortoise will know which way to go I’m still a little frightened of the dark. then I see him standing under the willow tree where he said he would be. I am so excited I run and climb upon his shell which is really his home sort of like mine and together we start our journey to far off magical places….I shall miss mum and dad but I love my tortoise too and they will understand..
let a child be a child and live out their dreams

copyright ramblingsfromamum 5.1.2013

Sight (Part 3) – Poetry

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Look at the tulip petals as they slowly unfold

Look at the wedding ring sparkling gold

Look at the clouds as they drift through the sky

Look at expressions of those who walk by

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Look at the leaves curling on trees

Look at the hive that is made by the bees

Look at the spider web woven and glossy

Look at the mother, finger pointing and bossy

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Look at the stars on warm summer nights

Look at the dog with the ball that he bites

Look at the crests of the waves on the beach

Look at the goals that are not out of reach

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Look at the faces of those that smile wide

Look at the glow on the face of a bride

Look on the animals four legged or two

Look at the traveller who waves you adieu

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Look at the butterfly wings coloured and frail

Look at the blind who reads using braille

Look at the flight of the woodland hawk

Look at the child the first time they walk

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Look at the shiny, the dull, old and new

Look at the grass with it’s early morn dew

Look at the trees standing tall in the forests

Look at the sculptures and paintings of artists

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Look at the joy in the faces of lovers

Look at the pain and suffering of beggars

Look at the perfectness of a newly born baby

Look at the kinship you have with your family

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Look at the people who share wealth with the poor

Look at the people who only want more

Look at the sunshine on a hot summers day

Look at the winter snow, slowly drifting away

Sight…a simple thing we sometimes take for granted…sight…sometimes we see but do we actually look

Courtesy Google & goodtoknow.com

Courtesy Google & goodtoknow.com