Family

During lockdown we all missed the close company of people. Perhaps it brought us together and made us realise our dependency on each other. Perhaps it brought out emotions and ideas we didn't know we had. Perhaps we reassessed ourselves.

If we go deep enough for long enough, I believe we find something good.

My Family Is Myself

My family is myself.

I am my own mother;
I feed myself.

I am my own father;
I instruct myself.

I am my own sister;
I confide in myself.

I am my own brother;
I defend myself.

I am my own aunt;
I am kind to myself.

I am my own uncle;
I advise myself.

I am my own cousin;
I am friendly to myself.

I am my own grandmother;
I watch over myself.

I am my own grandfather;
I am proud of myself.

I am my own family.

I share my family.

I am loved.


Thanks for reading, Laura.

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Thirsty Waters

We are thirsty creatures, now more than ever. Current circumstances reveal thirsts not previously known.

We spend our time trying to fill the gaps in our lives and in ourselves; and despair that we will ever be satisfied.

We work against powerful tides trying to make an island for ourselves.

We reach for what will keep us afloat; I believe one day we'll all do it...

 

Thirsty Waters

There are rivers in me

That flow and flow

I don't know where.

They go their own ways;

I lose sight of them.

 

They are a thirsty water;

Want to fill themselves with experience.

 

Living puts salt and sugar in them.

Strange fish begin to grow.

 

And the waters bathe me clean.

I drink out of the thirsty water.

They teach me to swim

I'll float

Not drown

In the thirst of my waters.

 

Laura Colville

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Altered States

Some of you know me from Dead Good Poets open mic nights. I've been working to develop my poetic style in recent months and at the same time I've been working on a portfolio of my visual art work.

For those of you who might be interested, I've got three pieces on display as part of the Libertalia Art Exhibition which opens at the Hive Café from this Friday 13th December. Please drop in and have a look if you're in Blackpool in the coming days.

This is my latest attempt at developing how I write poetry. I hope you'll like it.

Altered States

Love took on many identities
Wore many clothes
Took them off
And watched me stare.

Love walked with me
Chattered and laughed
Revealed its hopeless tragedy.

Love loved me
Brooded and swore
Cursed
Broke
Changed.

And I still looked
For the something
That would make it all stop
Being
Annoying
And able to be
Given up.

I wondered on
Fuller
Better
And worse
Until
I came to the moment
When I recognised
The other one.

Everything settled.
The sun came out
And took the tears.

And I was left
All alone with you.

I didn't think
It would feel
Normal
Just normal
And right
And honest. It did.

Thanks very much for reading, Laura Colville

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Storm

Steve invited me to write a guest blog and it's a new challenge for me, but I'm trying to develop my poetry and take it to another level, so I've accepted. This theme of storm appealed to me.

Metaphorical Storm Illustration

I don't have a lot to say beyond the poem, which I hope will speak for itself. I'd love to know what you think of it.

Storm
Something blew out of your eyes,
Twisted,
And did its turn.
I caught the drift of its tale,
Surprised myself at my approval,
Opened everything,
Allowed the victory
And in you came.

I have my terror still;
But you are generous in my defeat.
I cower in my personality
Which you are stripping slowly
To far away.
I watch the storm
Of lovedust engulf us both.

I look in glimpses to a new future.
Something, something forming and right.
And yet
My will, my will...
An arm contracts...
The fight is changing.
I resist;
Clutch at mind pieces.

There are no promises
About the promise you gave.
'It will be alright' echoes dangerously in the dark.
I try to walk
But can't find my feet.
What state am I in?
It's in between
What I was; between the God I will become.
The final storm.

I am without help.
There are people an ghosts in the wrong order
And in the wrong places.
But I'm still here.
Immortality is difficult.
I didn't expect this; but I know it.
My memory returns to millions of years before.
Each grain of recall
Strips me of something.
Where am I? What will happen?

And then sunlight. A bit of certainty.
The touch of true love
Replaces everything.
Every thought is gone.
The cure of sadness and boredom.
I wanted this.
Needed something.
Thought it would be a party
Not a storm.

But I'm glad.
Worth the long tunnel of fear.
Rearranged.
A strange walk to peace.
Outlived the storm.


Laura Colville

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