Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Poet Couplet

The Wind-Up Man, the Patch-Work Girl and the Remaining Time

"The Wind-Up Man, The Patch-Work Girl and The Remaining Time"



What do you do when your heart breaks into a million pieces?
You turn into metal, what’s left of your heart freezes.


What do you do when your world ceases?
You lock the shards of your flimsy trust behind iron walls, you escape battles, Death teases.


What do you do when your bird is caged and it’s will to live rattles, then is smothered by vile whispers and flying monkey cold screaming breezes?
You look for the key that the past swallowed, it’s fallen between the cracks of your mind’s barbed wire nettles and torpid grey hollows, the yard’s a war zone, there it remains buried in the void that is treeless, dead temporoparietal.


What do you do when your heart shatters and Life’s colour drains before your windows, invisible, all that ever mattered?
You look in the mirrors for ways out of the maze puzzle, walking with all the other ghosts there who are lost, shattered, battered and muzzled.


What do you do when you Return to Oz?
You look for the good grace not to draw blood. 


What do you do when you are free?
You return to the Ones who loved you once, you just "BE".


What do you do when you look for you?
You open your heart, you learn to be TRUE. 




(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
For gvlm/scm

"This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."


"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only LIGHT can do that."


"There is no LOVE without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without LOVE".







"Return to Oz", Scissor Sisters
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5S0NdraxTA

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/scissorsisters/returntooz.html

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Freddie Robinson Jr. April 12, 2018 at 4:38 PM Profound poetry, poetess laureate Leanne! You dip deep in the muse well, always emerging w/aquatic visions to tell. Waves and waves of respect flows from me to you ... this is what cosmic pen vibrations do. Astonishing rare bird poetry, as always, proffered from your elevated perch view. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton April 12, 2018 at 5:47 PM It's amazing what treasures a brave and a warrior can discover when they go swimming with sharks. No laureate. I've been diving under waves and treading water. A person doesn't learn anything without the opportunity to make mistakes, if they're elevated sitting high on a perch....bit like walking the middle road. Thanks FR jnr.. as always, your friend.

Frederic Parker April 12, 2018 at 9:45 AM Sounds from a heart cross its coldest ground to caress love's frozen fertile mound like a soft feathered breath from a butterfly carried on love's chilled winds, to never cry...you answered each question you asked and found wisdom Leanne Lovejoy-Burton April 12, 2018 at 10:01 AM Each man/woman walks their own path in this life...lessons are learned by mistakes; wrong turns for some can lead Home quicker than others. Some remain always lost.

Kishan Sharma April 12, 2018 at 2:01 AM Very nice expression's Leanne Lovejoy-Burton April 12, 2018 at 2:20 AM Thank you Kishan.

Joseph P. DiMino April 11, 2018 at 11:16 PM Well done! Leanne Lovejoy-Burton April 12, 2018 at 12:03 PM Thank you Joe. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton April 12, 2018 at 2:29 AM I say Watson, that short story of yours - "Prerequisite For Degree-story of Life" is a corker. Is there a continuation, a next chapter? Regards, Sherlock.