DESCRIPTION
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]
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) Eclectic Poetry (Poetry) 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]
Death's Caress Laura Ashlene Attwood
Ants...
You were my rainbow Fragile, delicate misty spray I could never hold you
You glistened too brightly in the sun
Out of reach always
But for a glorious moment You shone across my face
Laura Jan 1999
I found you beautiful bird we flew together for a precious while Then you overtook me spiralled to heights I can�t yet reach
Maybe one day I�ll fly with you once more till then ... Darling soar
February 1999
Life appears to have no rhyme The story where logic�s abandonment leaves a melted skeleton
Global puzzle Pieces in a game of Hide and Seek of surreal proportions the stranger and vastly curious - the closer to the existential bizarre reality that is life.
February 1999
SEPARATED:
I meet you again in my tortured mind
I feel you Velvet moment as your warmth brushes my cheek
You�re here Brief ecstatic joy a few seconds then child grown up
It�s you but never again as you were
I know it�s you How could I ever forget Morphine for my soul
Now all I have is my senses Gut wrenching feeling I hate that place I feel it in the depths of my core the tumour that poisons me inside a viciously cruel gnarled hand constricting my heart
Leave me alone
Give me my mind and my memories that�s the only leftover on my dirty plate
Laura March 1999
Separated forever mere glass
Souls never perish
The canyon you�ve left bereft will gently fill with trickling tears
One day the serene water will moisten parched earth
the seed is sown planted within me
flowering .... the glory all yours how fitting - you embraced life all that could die
WHERE ARE YOU...?
Will I ever be with you once more?
What of questions I know can never be answered
AS a child my Gran always told me in answer to my million questions of �why� ...why is a crooked letter. �But why, Gran..?� �Well, why is a crooked letter�
Only now do I understand what she meant. I remember when my beloved kitten Smog was killed by a car. Her little kitten brother was beside himself. She couldn�t be far...but where.. His little striped paws pattered the wooden floors searching, searching, questioning nature's womb But he never found her. The confused eyes .... asking me, begging me to explain. Words useless anyway between cat and human useless useless, a fire burning naked of heat No words what poverty Humans so superior because of speech why?
We communicate nothing, we hide behind our putrid words
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Words incarcerated Your eyes, piercing my core Staring, I saw your soul, you saw mine like noone else before, I bared my spirit naked offering of all I am Seeing your face through my kisses Exploring our senses, canine teacher, you taught me to sense you
A mere glance formed the utterance of my soul. Words rendered useless, experience fathoming description. Forever silenced ... it is in silence I feel you the strongest.
December 1998
MY WARRIOR:
The spirit�s gentle footsteps cross the plains of many landscapes
Erupting kaleidoscopes the scent of strange people, spicy fare and foreign flowers
Melting experiences mould the solid core, already magnificent into a pounding ocean
*** this page is dedicated to the memory of Anton Warburton, my lover and friend. I love you Ants, and always will.
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"Very powerfully written. I hope you can once again find love as strong as what you have lost." -- R. Bennett Okerstrom.
"The love that you feel in your heart will never die... you've moved me beyond tears, to hope. Be well and know there are people out here that hug you and feel your passion and loss." -- Hunter.
"I hope n pray for you. Keep writing. Be happy in the joy that u have had the priviledge of being loved n loved so powerfully. Not everyone is that lucky. God bless u. " -- Avis, Mumbai, India.
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