Pour, drop, splash
- a flash -
over your head
- sudden crash -
louder, louder;
rolling thunder,
beating the sky;
a raging cry.
Plants are drowning
- a gunshot lightning -
all seems chaotic
but there's no stopping.
Lost in it all,
bend and fall;
trees all snapped
or horizontal.
Yet here I hide;
my watchful eye -
I'm protected
and sheltered -
I'm calm and dry,
Danger - what danger?
This weather
- I smile -
Beauty, beauty,
let it stay for a
while.
(C) C Lawrence
1/12/17
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
I am like one who has come across gold,
But I'm richer and happier than gold could afford.
I feel like a person who is restored of their sight, yet this life is much brighter than surrounding daylight.
I smile like someone
who sits by the sea; beneath the sun,
overlooking the beach.
I laugh like I'm swinging the tallest of trees -
flying below clouds and soaring valleys.
My joy is fervent and my soul knows peace.
I am like one who has been set free.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
My soul sees but one star in the sky above -
one light, one hope, one truth.
Days so numbered I'd choose with you -
Surpass thousands that differ in view.
(C) 23/1/17
Courtney L
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
I don’t think I could ask for more if my
kitchen window was an open door -
stretched across Kenya, over viewing Columbia,
swamped by Uganda, wrapped in Moldova.
I’d spend days admiring the Dead Sea, the tops
of trees and everything I couldn’t see through the
snow in Russia.
But maybe I’d want a back door that
doubles as a portal to lost parts of the world,
its corners and beyond.
There I’d go, smiling and broke, because I’d
sell just about all I’ve got to see
what yet one man on this blue
dot has not.
Every continent, every country,
every ravine, every gum tree.
See I’m an adventurer; homesick,
but still lit with fire when my
heart desires the sensation of tasting
new ground.
A penny, a pound – the currencies I’ve found;
for thirty bob
(about all I’ve got)
they’ll drop me off in a spot
I’ve not been before nor
dreamt existed.
And as vivid as my dreams, I am yet to
foresee each day and the moments that follow.
But my feet wander forward, drawn forth
by the dawn to
places my eagerness perceives.
(C) 3/7/16
Courtney L
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
To spend a day sailing in the sky
and flying through wind and blue;
thoughtless and weightless, fearless and thinking
only of such a rush.
I'd spend a day flat on my back amongst
the longest grass - above all the leaves
but beneath the trees;
I'd listen to nature's gentle hush.
A night with bright things and the moon as it sings:
how transfixed we are at the stars.
I'll escape the city, for the buildings are pretty,
but nothing's home like a clear sky.
(C) 25/2/16
Courtney L
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Some nights mum comes banging on my locked door -
she won't let me miss the sunset;
and it's beautiful
as we sit outside in our matching dressing gowns -
gazes totally fixed.
People say that God isn't real, but who painted this?
Where are Evolution's arms?
What incredible imagination could Mother Nature have?
No: this kind of beauty stands alone,
unparalleled and more than enough to
capture attention for hours as
it gracefully descends.
(C) 27/11/15
Courtney L
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
You're always being surprised by people;
Maybe if you didn't have fixed opinions
and twisted pictures of them mentally
their actions wouldn't always confuse you.
We're not one-dimensional and it's about time
you reconstructed your perception
of people with the addition of new facets -
See people aren't always your first thought;
so give me a chance: realise my ability to
empathise, remind and recognize
both our weaknesses.
If you'd shatter this reflection and only see
the complex connections of the soul
perhaps my imperfections would be
forgotten in forgiving eyes.
Though if I always aimed lower,
I'd either pleasantly surprise you
or not disappoint you, so go ahead,
think badly of me - at least I can always
meet these expectations.
(C) 27/11/15
Courtney L
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
The things I'm doing now because of you -
Who'd have thought I could subside my fears
with the assurance of your acceptance
whispered in my ear?
I didn't know this was within me -
I thought I'd succumbed to a life
of mediocrity; but here you've
got me shouting loud and
taking a stand for all
the things I believe
are true;
the most sincere to me, my
belief in you.
(C) 10/11/15
Courtney L
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
I find it funny how penning my thoughts is like therapy:
Because, while I leave myself vulnerable to criticism or praise,
it's like the pen connects to my veins and all the awful thoughts
leave as I commit pen to paper and my soul to the page.
(C) 27/10/15
Courtney L
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
*The perpetual pitter-patter of rain...
his crooked smile: now time for denial,
he's not calling my name.*
(C) 17/10/15
Courtney L
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC