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 Aug 2018 mickey finn
The Lenora
You are the sweetest
Dream I've ever dreamt

Holding me close
Closer and closer to the edge

Stop

The danger soon
Covers the alias

The danger denies
The liaisons

Of this dearest
Sweet dream
...
written 5 August 2018.

by The Lenora.

All rights reserved.
Awake in the dark again
listening to the groaning wind
  but it's actually light outside
Sometimes your eyes just need to adjust
The wind is relaxing from this current place
I have no MO....
No particular methodology
I just dream things up
Add a sprinkle of psychology

Season with similis
Macerate with metaphors
Emulsify with emotion
Then get baked... Real high

Let the words cool
while my soul
starts to drool
then I present it
to the night.
Bona Sera, boa noite, bonne nuit
Think outside the box.
Don't control, confine, contain
Or restrain yourself within a box.
Your mind is a beautiful, cosmic, Boundless space.
Look within.
You will realise
Your mind is not a square.

Lose yourself
Inside the infinite universes
That you constantly create.
You are an endless library
Of unique brilliance...
But only look
If you dare.

By Lady R.F (C)2018⚘
mementos
richly held
hidden in
fractured chest

big people
shifting boxes
heavy
light

silenced
a child's fissure
clasping favourite shell
close

swift salvage
in tight world
rescue from
gaping hole




#family #disruption #moving #treasures #mementos #lost #ignored
For a very young child, moving house can be incredibly bewildering, disruptive, even traumatizing, especially when moving countries tends to mean belongings need to be severely curtailed.  Few remember their own childhood attachments, closely held treasures, even if perceived by harried adults as inconsequential as a bag of broken seashells.  Would a little more listening and empathic explanation with kindness ease things well at such transition times
 Jul 2018 mickey finn
ryn
Sleep
 Jul 2018 mickey finn
ryn
As I laid my head,
anticipating the arrival
of a long day’s sleep...

I heard the beating of my heart -
faint but clear - marking the quiet
that loomed before rest.

I traced each beat...
Counted them, knowing that
soon would come
and I’d be in slumber deep.

I remembered another
whose beats matched those of mine -
I finally let go, and got lost
in my cosy nighttime nest.
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