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Heidi North Poem
Peering back through misted glass.
You.
An intimately known stranger next to me.
Echo waves lap in and out of my mind...
Reality? Looped events pulsating.
Can't trust the cine film past.
Click. Thud. Tapdancing on my heart.
Staccato feelings.
Drop by drop I return to myself.
Phoenix.
Copyright © Heidi North | Year Posted 2024
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The light is more present than it use to be.
Spiderweb hopes hang heavy with dew tears -
Resilient against the odds!
The frost finger fears: a threat still lurking
...in the darkness...
Tiny trust shoots tentatively test their way forth
Inhaling the air deeply; drinking it in:
Both crisp, cold and biting
...but...
full of the butterfly kisses of the sun's rays.
The dancing of crane fly hopes
Can they really take off?
Standing at the edge of the river
The scaffolding of new enterprise lay ready.
I watch the ebb and flow echo in my soul,
Finally a rhythm that I can understand.
It might be alright.
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The Pirouette of life's memories
Flitter before my eyes...
Grand Jeté moments of ecstasy -
leaping forth triumphantly!
The Arabesque of solitude,
Contemplation and longing.
Balancing En Pointe moments -
Where something just has to give...
As I crumble into a Grand Plié.
Rising into Pas De Deux, a joyous unity...
The Porté of two becoming one.
Never wanting it to end. Coda Crescendo.
Unexpected. Sudden. Unforseen.
Now I wait for my Pas Marché.
Paying Reverence to life's memories:
The Dance of Dances.
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Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.
Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to re-remember?
The pathway forward is revealed by
Incense whispers drifting skywards...
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Waiting in a room full of emptiness.
Rivers of tears burst their banks...
As ghosts of memories -
whisper between the stone walls.
Trapping of youth, no long hang
upon the walls dressed in cobwebs
of hopes and dreams.
And here I wait...
I wait for you...
to finally
return.
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Disco ball of memories jostle for attention.
An oak tree of a man encasing:
Sunflower children's smiles and bear hugs
Dancing around the room forevermore...
Every piece of you, given so freely,
Now lives eternally...
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Hermit crab human scuttling about
In my new life. Ill fitting suit.
Like wearing your mother's clothes -
Clip clopping around the kitchen...
High heals filled with little feet...
And dreams of an old lady and her children.
Have I wandered too far into the fiction section.
My old life discarded on the floor
It no longer fits. Too tight. Constricting now.
Still warm with memories as I nudge it with my toe.
Now there's room to grow -
rather baggy if truth be told.
I twist and turn in front of the mirror.
Trying to imagine a time this feels like home.
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You scream forth into life
Full of wonder and curiosity
Demanding
At times a ball of frustration
Others a fit of giggles
But always a world of wonders
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Was it really raining outside
or was it just in my head?
Were those pearls from above
actually cascading down?
Or was it just my sorrow
letting my hopes drown?
Pathetic fallacy burst forth
from a novels page.
With sunflower queens
bowing their heads,
as the might of the heavens
filled them with dread.
Lightening tongues rip -
through the sky and the page.
As thunder's foreboding rumbling
echos around my heart.
The line dividing reality...
and fantasy is found to be tumbling.
Butterfly whispers reach me -
tenderly from another world.
As I close the book and raise my eyes,
expecting the jewellery of summer
to fill my gaze from outside -
I see rain to my great surprise!
Copyright © Heidi North | Year Posted 2024
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Heidi North Poem
Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.
Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to re-remember?
The pathway forward is revealed by
Incense whispers drifting skywards...
Copyright © Heidi North | Year Posted 2024
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