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79. Listening to the dream

The afternoon is hiding behind the evening sun,
Far away from your eyes and mine.

Where did your feet take you today?
Did you walk down the familiar path or venture down the cobbled walkway,
Tripping over jutting scars,
Scraping your knees on painful memories?

Where lies your purpose?

What dreams do you harbour deep inside the silence of your heart?
Remember your voice,
And mine.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu

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Daily prompt: Interior

71. My father and I 


Noisy raindrops splash down on the heavy green waxed umbrella.

My father carries me in his arms,
High above the drenched path.
He holds me tight,
He keeps me safe.

From my vantage point I see a colourful world:
Umbrellas in a multitude of rainbows hurry past me,
My head turning eagerly towards the nearest one.

Amidst this adventure, my father calls out to me,
He’s waiting to pop a few more Smarties into my mouth.

His eyes smile back at my grin.

How I wish I could travel back in time to that afternoon.
So much has changed between then and now.
He can no longer carry me;
But I mustn’t forget,
He still holds me tight,
And he still keeps me safe.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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Daily prompt: Enthusiasm

65. On a moonlit night 

Night.
You’re here once again.
Your blackened countenance gazes upon me as I close my eyes.
My memories belong to you.

In my dreams, your look is inscrutable;
I know not what you think of me.

Night,
Will you bring me peace?
Will you lie beside me,
Watch over me
And chase the nightmare away?

Will you let an all-consuming sleep be my bedfellow once more?

I hear footsteps beyond my door.
The voices travel far to reach my ears.
I imagine they talk about me.
Yes, me.
Sad little me,
That nobody else talks about.

The footsteps walk away
And a silent pause stays behind.

No, I do not hear the heartbeat anymore.

Night.
Shall I lean back on my pillow?
Shall I allow you to embrace me with the wickedness of your depth and surrender to your breathing?

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2016
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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62. Empty table for 6

For what defines a family if the family bleeds with cracks unseen?
By those who know not the deeper sense of belonging,
Oh what does it mean?

What does it mean to belong to no one
even though we are more than one?
What will it take for you to see what you’ve done to me?

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
Original image by Joanne Garnell

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52. By myself 

Finally.
I’m here by myself.
Time to sit,
To breathe,
To do nothing at all.

Finally.
I sit at this table by myself.
My coffee forgotten,
My thoughts fly far,
The sounds of other people slip into a lost world.

Finally.
I can heal by myself.
There is time to listen to my heart
With space for my soul
To be free.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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46. Empty mind


The open mind isn’t an empty mind,
The quiet mind isn’t the silenced mind,
The falling rain isn’t the tearing of the sky,
My own mind is what I’m trying to find.

The rain keeps falling outside,
Heavy raindrops hit down hard on the ground.
The trees cast shadows down the hallowed path,
Opening a new way to view the world.

Perhaps this is a journey I must walk alone,
Nobody will know where my path leads.
This new mind I seek will be mine alone,
Free from the past and you.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
©Original image by Joanne Garnell

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