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Rebecca McDade Jan 2012
he couldn't reach the top shelf
so he asked it of his brother
but brother was too busy to go help
he couldn't reach the top shelf
so he asked it of his mother
but mother had too much to do as well
father was 'preoccupied'
sister can't waste time
all the little puppy did was yelp
so, he sat there frowning, wondering what could be
sitting on the very top shelf
Rebecca McDade Jan 2012
raindrops fall behind the blinds
keeping time time time
dividing up the greying sky
into line line lines
leaves brake down on pavements
now they're grime grime grime
distracting me from thoughts like
you're not mine
                  mine
                  mine.
Rebecca McDade Jan 2012
the words and cluttered memories
swirled about her head
laughing as she tried to stack them up
the thoughts jumped out of boxes
the pictures off of shelves
leaving her stuck, stuck, stuck
Rebecca McDade Jan 2012
the colours of the city hummed red and blue and green
the sounds glowed bright and dark, and all things in between
the sights smelled warm and wonderful
the smells both old and new
I sat perched like a hummingbird
taking in the view.
Rebecca McDade Jan 2012
the girl in the blue sweater laid ribbons on the sand
to count all the hours she’d been here
the girl in the blue sweater held out her hand
as a bowl to catch her tears
the girl in the blue sweater slept where sea became land
let the water swallow her fears
the girl in the blue sweater thought ‘oh how life is grand’
then slept for a thousand years

— The End —