Echoes fill the room
Plier (to bend), etendre (to stretch),
relever (to rise), sauter (to jump),
tourner (to turn), glisser (to glide),
and, elancer (to dart)
Graceful and, eloquently,
painting a picture,
melodic gestures through mid air
Perfect symmetries,
as our bodies entwine,
a gasp and, applause,
echoes and, fills the atmosphere
A mesmerising performance,
cheers and, claps curtains close
Ballerina shoes


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Your body is a temple,
give a service,
when you are meant to
Fast food can be rude,
or crude
It causes licks,
and, dips
to your health,
causing pits,
and, lots of zips
Service your health,
to keep on top,
of rude, and crude,
Elocution lessons,
in food,
which escaped rude,
and, crude,
they were to busy,
in a mood,
to attend the,
classes on food,
which was in their,
own kitchen,
and, easy to use,
they left it to late,
to book a session,
so invited fate,
on their plate,
not in moderation,
giving their bodies,
no consideration


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

What a place it would be to live
Waking up to trees everyday
Hearing the leaves,
rustle and, sway
The morning sun,
beating through,
hitting it's beam in between,
surrounding the scene
Evening sunset serene,
a woodland,
where noise will soon be released,
suited to the woodland brief
The smallest insect or animal,
nocturnal conductor,
in the woodwind instrumental choir,
that plays productor
Out in the dream of a night sky,
illuminated with a starry - eye,
covered in a blanket of blue dye
I would never leave,
Soul floating without,
having to give reprieve

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Writers don't sleep,
no ZZZ
They only keep
Word pills "Rx"
That does not,
promote sleep
Pop a letter
now you feel better


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Don't be afraid,
to walk down the path alone
While only hearing,
your verbalism,
condoned

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Ponder?

Somber_

Longer -

The time ×

Will come @

And you can*

# Yonder longer


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

I am missing you,
but instead,
I am going to fill my cup
Everyday taking a sip,
as if it were a drip,
to sustain me,
with nutritional love,
vitamins, and minerals,
organic, and free,
until the blood transfusion,
of love,
when I won't need a drip,
as you will infuse,
my cup with sips,
of blood red drips


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

POP!
;

Rock

Now follow the,

………..

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Colours caught every fibre,
that was fraught
Dyeing all negative thought
Colourful
Monochromatic,
variations in view,
not single hue
That's true
Colour, and shade in you
Colourful make sure,
you think that to

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Your eyes seeped grey"

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Go on throw another,
custard pie
You missed my eye,
as detected free range,
was not in use,
only caged abuse

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

A bending quiet path with fog at the end
Landscape tree lined either side
Like they are bellowing,
to make you feel small
Lime green foliage,
covers the ones,
that are not tall
Not so discerning,
as the ones that are,
hitting the skyfall
Deep purple covers the trunks
a mixture of greens, and purple clumps
The scenery is so inviting though
Open spaces between the trees,
telling you to come over please
Walk between us to feel the breeze,
while the mosaic of colours,
runs down your sleeve

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

All the people that came,
and, stayed,
in the pouring rain
When the fire blazed,
they stayed in the,
evacuation days
The sun came out,
they were there,
to cool your hot skin,
and, give ice,
frozen twice
Be thankful for them,
taking a weather-beating,
so well
The state of the atmosphere,
never stopped them,
being near
In heat, to cool your feet,
wind + rain = pain
cloudiness, while insane,
dryness when the air was lame
Holding you in Sunshine that came

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Stir the path,
mix it quick
Make sure the mixture,
is smooth,
and, not to thick

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Beautiful flavours,
and, colours,
needed ready to go
Your looking skinny,
eating eating,
in this world it does,
not seem to slow
My focus is not that,
when my eyes open,
and, the day has,
started to flow
When I feel I can,
as only I know
We have never,
been the best of friends
I will sit with you,
when my mind, and body
Is rested, and ready to
I don't need,
to be stuck next to you
You are always there,
when I look,
or being shown to me,
quick peek, just look!
I will do it in my own time,
not by the book,
when others have,
their lunch, and, dinner,
my system is only,
waking as a beginner
Turn down the pressure,
and, stop asking me,
and, leave me be
I am fit, and healthy,
can't you see
I just look at food differently

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"To far gone don't prolong"

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

The Mill standing still
the distance is far
Yellows, and green,
a floor carpet is seen
Taking me nearer
to the scene,
not far
Purple Lavender,
butterfly heads,
swaying in the wind
The scent of the passing,
has touched this land,
but the Mill I can see,
they want this as the focus,
they are telling me
A place of tranquil peace,
where the eyes have a feast,
and, the centuries,
play out their lease,
as nature, and heritage,
Is never owned by man,
or beast

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Cover them,
in sour kisses
Watch them turn,
to lemon curd
No strawberry,
or plum conserve

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Procrastinate, delegate or wait
which one fits your plate"


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Notoriety, and fame,
behind the curtain,
is it the same
Have people ever wondered
A beautiful person inside out,
a strong person,
without a doubt
Loving, caring,
never judging,
which is paramount
Engagement with all,
No matter at all
Eyes only seeing,
a human being,
that is all
Do we judge,
the controversy,
in newspapers,
and, media stuff that exist,
for you to see
Or a person,
that had to fight to be
Mostly the internal,
peace, and serenity,
priceless compared to half full,
measures of the glass,
that were on offer in the past
Sometimes it would be nice,
not to judge the price,
Or discriminate on intellect,
that can't be nice
You are strong,
I can leave you,
for a week or two,
It is ok when I am gone
No text to say I miss you,
although you know,
they feel the song
Sometimes do we ever wonder,
are the internal,
buttons in slumber
Or is it just we are in tune,
to the frequencies that,
reach the moon,
feeling every vibration,
deeply as it is weaved
The knot of the yarn,
binding loom machine,
affirms the love,
that is being spun,
tighter than any text,
Previously or to come


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

I am missing you,
only if you knew
You know,
but not at this,
moment though
I am not going,
to go insane,
as I have felt,
the previous pain
Understanding,
is now tame


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

A great father used to make me laugh
As teenagers we don't quite get their path
"I am going to do my training"
He would say
All work, and no play
Now your daughter is exactly,
the same,
but takes time out,
to replenish body, and mind,
without doubt

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Melchizedek
peace, and harmony
Let it set
Dark energies no righteousness,
or respect


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I saw you


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

As soft as a feather,
but your eyes bled,
bonded leather
Leather bound,
was not found

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Tutti frutti
***, and Raisin
What's your haven
Pralines + cream
Tickles my desire,
for a cold dream,
although
***, and Raisin
You are also welcome
to visit this haven


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"You looked at me then I looked at you
someone's mask was inexact"


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"The bench space is empty
It is filled with plenty"


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Like the light that shines today, look for the torch when you play"

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

The way to carry on
Is to think one day,
you will be gone

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

I wish people,
would understand,
a simple life
Oh what a privilege,
to have a sense of smell
Which gifts thoughts,
and, memories as well
being able to taste,
our favourite foods,
that are in place
Swallowing, and eating,
a saving grace,
like a retreat
with water in place

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

If all I had was books,
I would use one,
to rest my head
A long line,
for a bed
Covering my body,
from head to toe
Carefully not damaging,
the pages though


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

holistically heal
The free space,
of a forest feel
Once a day,
will do the trick
Many more times,
won't hurt
Full body,
you are on the ground,
legs wrap around
Let your arms embrace
Go up in the air
Use a strong limb,
and, straddle,
with your legs,
be fair
Forward bend,
belly against this,
emotionally calm friend
Arms wrapped around
When we think,
of a tree hugger,
does understanding,
and, respecting nature,
grace the cover,
but hippies were ridiculed
Walking barefoot,
on a natural surface,
you can feel nature's
power, and drift,
good for your health,
forcing you into,
nature's wealth
Just look at Paper Birch,
and, Douglas Fir
Expressing themselves,
as nature should
Projecting health that
Is only good

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Eloquently
pause;

There
are
no flaws

Just determination,
for the cause

Justice, and equality,

Pouring into a world,
that pretends to agree!

Look back

Compensated

In fact

Allay away,
fears that lay,
so uncaring,
is not detected,
come what may

A Social model,
was born

Medical tucked away,
and, kept warm

Now two models,
are born

Is Justice, and equality,
part of the Social Form

Did barriers just appear at dawn


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

No structure, no windows, no doors, no floors, no ceilings, no stairs , no roof, no walls, no foundation to my home, for I am left open & exposed. 

An obscurity, figment of your imagination,  insignificant to most, no time for sentiments, or acknowledgement, too caught up to even recognise the person staring back.

The invisible curtain rolls back, light appears, a continuation of noise fills the air,  the hustle, and bustling of this crazy world echoes in my ear, the pangs of hunger fills my stomach, no food no water, no sustenance. 

I may be homeless, desperate, and destitute....but I am still Human made from the masters hands like you
My home may not relate to what you possess, but please respect me, and respect my space.


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

A twisted fate,
turns to slate
Trying to become,
Granite to late,
nothing left,
except
a limestone drown
Destiny a thread,
Spun, measured,
and, cut
Or can you untwist
that fate,
and, kick it's ****
Only you know,
how good you are,
at kicking butts,
in life so far
Tell fate,
It's never to late
The thread you spun,
measured, and cut
weighed less,
than a tex 1
The threads weight,
Is so low, and dram
Now it's me left,
to perform using,
a backstitch hand
With a heavier thread,
built like lead
that beats your,
weight as 1
See who's left sitting,
at the sewing machine,
while I am off living the dream,
and, having fun
Only one gets to decide,
when it's time to glide,
he never leaves,
my side


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Though we sit silently contemplating,
gazing upon life's many wonders,
beauty unfolds itself daily
Those who have eyes to see,
will see, and those who have ears,
to hear will hear,
the rhythmic melodies,
of the day
We have to be mindful,
that we are just spiritual souls,
embellished in an earthy vessel,
that too will fade,
dim and vanish,
and our places remember,
us no more
A figment of the imagination,
like a story of old
We are magnificently created,
light beings that reflect,
true essence of creation,
and, the CREATOR,
symbolic to the many flowers,
that parade their,
wonderful symmetries,
explosion of colours,
and alluring scents,
attracting natures insects,
some good, some bad,
and, some indifferent,
but that is part of lifes journey
So remember to love,
the person you see,
reflected back in the mirror,
but most importantly,
love God, and others
What will your legacy be?

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney