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 Jan 2017 Mirela Totić
wordvango
more toes in the river bank
more jaunting through the clover field
more watching the sunrise
more catching your eyes in mine

moresmilesmore laughsmorecakes
icecream
more popcorn spilling when crying
at sad movies

less work less hate
less white on walls I want
colorlesscubicleinsanity

less cell phone *******
the notifications the calls
Less taxicabsskyscrapers
concretemortuaries

more flowers
more handshakes
more hugs more sweetness
more of feeling

less of reality
Tv
moreoldmovies

more tears
You were gifted
with intelligence -
to be ever growing.

You were born
to seek knowledge -
to be in the knowing.

Don't fall victim
to the infectious
  "brain draining" epidemic -
implemented to cut you short.

Listen to your conscience -
not to all of the crap
that you've been
"subconsciously" taught!

By Lady R.F ©2017
 Jan 2017 Mirela Totić
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Seclusion
 Jan 2017 Mirela Totić
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Solitude I wear
      like a second skin
my biggest weakness
       my greatest strength
   wading through 
quiet and tired 
    in seclusion
 as dawn draws
    her arms around me 
cold       and damp
    like the sea
           with no oil
for my lamp
       to light my way
through another
      dark    and lonely
November day.
The lane is light-less tonight;
But I’m not unduly perturbed,
For there is still enough sight
In my fancy not to be curbed
By a solitary lamp
Who was forced into silence.

© LazharBouazzi, October 16, 2016
 Jan 2017 Mirela Totić
Petal pie
My home is in a vintage tin
Belonged to your great grandma
With many other varied breeds
Our cousins sorted into jars

I'm often fastened up tight
In British stiff collared fashion
Occasionally burst off
When shirts are ripped open
In the haste of frisky passion

In my other guise
When I am tapped
I connect you worldwide
My neighbour form words and stories
Whilst I encrypt some code for spies.

Machinery, you really need me
To start and then to stop
To raise alarm bells
And when pressed call the cops

I'm a round reminder
Of how life began
Innie or outie and proud
Of how mum's body nurtured your
In utero life-span

Dangerous in the wrong hands
I must be closely guarded
For if you press me
World war three
Could easily be started
i.

impressionist,
where the grey
clouds and the blue
ice of winter
gather their ghosts,

winter, too cold,
too white, the
woodland hollows
dent,
summer love

discarded in
the frost,

the sky oaken,
the moon’s forget-me-knots
silvery dream.

ii.

clouds like wintery steel,
sunken, in a night pool,
the golds of my heart,

the lodestar gathers
moss and rook,
glimmers in a sky
of woven cloth,
her leaves, the trees
of winter,
her leaves, the dark
breath of the storm.


iii.

winter and quiet stars
brooding emperor
sleeping in the twilight
hour,
winter dreams of
strange ice caverns
where ice ghosts
dance with twisting
hair.

iv.

pond of ice,
snow bear,
snow dream,

sleep unwraps

wide avenues of
trees,

sleep, the dark girl,
the falling tide.

v.

twig breaks under foot,
earth’s thrones
settle in the lizardy light

the moon rises in the sky,
soft centuries of sky.
i should add that this is waterlilies in winter the original poem was autumn inspired. i'd like to do spring and summer at some point as well!
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