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Nostalgia

Stolen glances of my past 
At the bottom of an hourglass.

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Cemetery

Stones are carved 
Shaped into endless hills upon hills
The narrow pathways divide and
Wind like veins
Emptied of blood 

There are no trees
No life that springs from happy soils
Except memories clung desperately to loved ones
Else they are forgotten

Who are we but our memories?
Without them we are a nameless grave

We will all end here.

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Exile

Across the cold black pebbles of shoreline
An ocean glistens like a field of diamonds
Under a pale and waning moon

Thick oily waves wrap their greedy arms around a girl in a flimsy
White dress
Pulling her down into the ice cold water
Filling her mouth with the bitter taste of salt.
The bubbling ancient tide pulls her hungrily
Into the depths of a lonely black sea.

When the fiery light of morning sun begins
To peek over the horizon
A lone man spies a white movement
Carried mercilessly along the surface of the water

Upon the rocky hill from which he stood
It's wise precipice jutting over the fierce ocean
Probing for it's secrets.
His heart lurched, for he saw it was a body in a white nightgown,
Tangles of black hair swimming around her head in a solitary dance.

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Watermark

Dreams like shadows upon the 
water
Water holds secrets beneath 
it's murky flesh
Our marriage held an 
unspoken lie

You were a saviour
Yet temperamental as the wind
I could not hold you down 

It was the watering hole that 
we met
Water weathers the rocks
Life weathered our love

The pond you built was not 
enough
For my cold feet
I felt you trying
Yet I felt you drifting
Gently as a thistle on the wind

You left me here. 
It is true what they say
You left a watermark upon my 
heart.

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Alzheimers Disease

I fear my memories have become 
lost.
The summer of my days 
Slowly fades like the falling leaves 
of autumn. 
Now hidden under a cold winters 
cloak. 

Fractured memories
Breaks stronger with the passage of 
time.
The mirror of my life 
dances a delicate map in my 
reflection. 
Oh would that I could hold on to 
those dreams!
Each passing day slowly clutches 
them into darkness.
 
The greedy hand clasps who I was 
Knuckle white
Offering no mercy
Or kindness. 

I am but a shard of mirror now.

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A Season's Dance

God's patterned quilt woven 
tight 
Upon the circled earth
A kaleidoscopic jewelled kite 
Our sadness and our mirth. 

Summer's scorching pulsing 
heart 
Beats relentlessly on the 
ground 
Where children's laughs in billy 
carts
Are heard o'er the mound.

Yellow, red and orange sprinkle
When autumn takes its hold 
Blushing rubies playfully tinkle 
As they fall into the cold.

Heavy, white blanket - drowsy, 
tired
Claims it's bed o'er the world
Bare trees are no more admired
And the bears are tightly 
curled.

When hope at last, opens it's 
eyes
Bright daffodils lift their chins
The baby bird successfully flies
And the beauty of life begins. 


Laura Hassell

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Rebecca

A solitary woman holds a small 
urn jug
Her gentle hand clasped to her 
breast 
Shy eyelashes caress her pale 
stone cheeks.

Standing for centuries before 
us...
Guarding the cobblestone way.
How many eyes have set 
themselves upon this fair lady? 
Decay and corruption have not 
yet possessed you.

O gentle woman who guards 
the fountain at her feet. 
Quiet, still, at peace. 
You conceal the stories of man 
in your heart. 
I am a mere mortal to come 
worship at your feet.

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Work

Work

The four letter word
A wheel that turns and turns
Round and round
Living our lives for the dollar 
signs
Hardly home
Late nights
Dark when you get up
Dark when you lay down
Your home is not a home
It's a house
An empty shell of a house
Rushing to say goodnight to 
your partner - again
A robotic relationship
'Night Hun' 
The only two words spoken to 
each other
You were hidden underneath 
your Everest books
Or your iphone
Or Your iPad
Or whatever 'i' technology you 
have.
It's all about the i. Not we.
I've forgotten what life is 
about.
Then I remember the four letter 
word

Work