Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Sing Me Home


Sing Me Home

Journal Entry 

It feels as though
I won't
Make it to the end.

I am wracked
With melancholy

My soul
is restless
And flat
Slightly apart

It's like a circus act
About to go horribly wrong
How far is the fall

My head is filled
With voices
Angry shouting
Soft cajoling

And still

I just want you

To sing me home

(c) Robin Dalton 

24 December 2014

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Sun On Strawberries

When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.  ~Buddha

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Saturday, 20 April 2013

Rest In Peace, Dear Mother

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. ~ Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)