DESCRIPTION
I write cathartically, about what moves me, about myself and my experiences. My poetry is a mirror I glance at when I need to, the reflection depending on my mood or state of mind at the time. [223 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm a twenty seven year old woman, working as a freelance journalist, but presently unemployed. My poetry reflects my love of travel and my relationships and life experiences. I've travelled widely and lived in various countries. For the past three years I've been working in news and current affairs in radio and television. Interests include meditation and yoga and volunteer work. [January 2000]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) Death's Caress (Poetry) A 5 week travelling love affair with a remarkable man who subsequently died, inspired these works. These poems are a cathartic reaction to my devastation at his death. [475 words]
Eclectic Poetry Laura Ashlene Attwood
LOST FRIENDSHIP:
The leaf free from the tree falls
The lifeblood remains, nothing to support
Sustenance lost its colour drains. Once luscious in its ripe greenness, now shrivelled into nothing.
The miniscule embers separated dissipate in the wind.
Laura Attwood Nov 1996
HOME:
Pregnant emotion wholesome desire an unfulfilled longing, emptying from inexplicable depths.
Vibrant colours dot the fathomless grey backdrop Scarlet buses trickle the green landscape Perpetual movement scars the regularity of the palette, becoming part of that very regularity.
Scores of ants always moving, mysterious places to go, sense of purpose uppermost.
No time to deviate. There�s only one mode all people in this city follow it.
Deep into the depths where the ants live. Their mobile homes are impersonal, enforced and intrusive.
Gratefully leaving the pit, the ants frantically burrow out once again beginning the purposeful journey ...... to where?
Laura Attwood 1996
TOBY
My wings felt heavy I battled against the smothering snow which threatened my flight. All encompassing heavens beckoned
Struggling to take off, faltering ... I failed Buckled, snow swamped ...trapped
Exhausted, frustrated - all hope lost Resigned acceptance
This was not my fate ...
Pin-prick appearance unfurling gradually into the blinding brilliance
Trickling off my wings, caressing, stroking me to rejuvenation all weight extinguished by the light.
Feeling free to soar I now feel infinite liberation. Previous freedom engulfed by a swelling, fathomless understanding of true freedom
I can never return to the snow swamped wilderness that was Now is my time to soar to boundless heights growing lighter still, ever journeying closer to the source of my release, the saviour of my freedom...
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