Jemimah

Jemimah Jun 2013

The moon was a perfect
Pikelet
On the Teflon black
..
She floated on the
Butter-melted
Stars
..
I could taste the syrup
Maple-sweet
Upon my tongue
..
The beauty of afar
The loveliness
Of that you cannot hold

But
with your
*Gaze

Jemimah Jun 2013

Light-Hearted

Rubies* sail the scarlet leaves
         Emeralds hem the greener sleeves
                   Diamonds laughing quietly strung

          as treasure troves

                                 of                  and
                                         DEW               SUN

It was a beautiful morning of sunshine and winter dew,
the trees shone beautifully!
- and i was again in awe of nature :)

Jemimah May 2013

Inconsistent Sea

It’s hard to traverse a stubborn sea -
So, hoping the world
Is as flat out
As me
I
Will sail
Off the edge of
****** inconsistency
and bid empty hopes on never

returning
...

Jemimah May 2013

Alarming :P

"the amount of times i press
'SNOOZE'
is Alarming in itself!*
i wonder when i'll wake up
to realise
i'm kidding myself"*

?!
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i wasn't going to post this, but mum thought i should :P
you know how it is...

Jemimah May 2013

In sanity?

Is it possible
     to keep
both your promises
and your      s            n             t               ?
                            a             i             y

...

Jemimah May 2013

Precious Child

In your rhythmic ocean of warmth
You tug sweetly at the thousand threads
Of red and ochre, sunset blushes
Deep song through shallow veins
Tuning your fragile compass
By a beautifully
Miniature
Heart
One day you will love

Tumbling pirouettes of quiet unawares
To the melody of your mother’s laugh
Gentle tendrils of lullaby echo within
Cradled with internal whisper
You hold a perfect thumb
A flawless white shell
To pure pink
Lips
One day you will speak

Suspended in wondrous veil
A delicate radiance of blessing
Breathing light in golden promises
A honeyed requiem for your perfect world
You sing from your beautiful sphere
Scrunched in lovely darkness,
Precious child
Your little
Eyes
Will one day see

The beauty of life
...

Dedicated to the unborn: I pray that you may be granted to keep your precious gift of life.

Jemimah May 2013

What is stranger than a stranger?

A stranger
who you used to know.