Droplet and ripples

IF I LAY AWAKE…

I have recently been advised that I cannot possibly care about everything and allow myself to be affected by everything then not expect to lose my mind entirely. Well, my sanity has been questionable for many years so I shall continue to care about whatever I choose and if that happens to be everything then, so be it.

If I lay awake, worrying about people I do not know, wishing I had more change for that guy on the street, crying for children locked in cages, fraught over the state of our environment, mourning the precious animals that are hunted and abused, unable to grasp how anyone could distrust another human being based on gender, race or religion, despairing for folks trying to survive below the breadline and being totally, 100% frustrated that I cannot do more then, I would rather it was this way than just to be satisfied with breezing through this short life we are afforded, completely unaffected.

I do everything I am able – sometimes all I can do is care – but if I stop caring, simply to ‘protect’ myself, then I am lost. If we all took that stance – we would all be lost. Look around you; people are becoming lost, every day, because they think that by caring they will not make a difference.

Oh, but, they will. We will. You will.

Sign the petitions, share the videos, support the campaigns, go to the rallies – if you can. If you cannot, remember that the very expression of being moved by any of the atrocities that are going on in this world right now means that you are most definitely not lost to it.

When you stop feeling – then is the time to be concerned, not because you do.

EDIT: I wrote this piece before the news broke about that Trump woman and her jacket - I rest my case... #ireallydontcaredou
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THE MOON

i saw the moon

tonight

a crescent sliver

silver

split

hanging

from the rent cloth

of the sky


Wherever You Roam Covre

Previously Published:

Wherever You Roam: Volume 2 (Slim Volume)

Edited by: Kate Garrett

Available from Amazon


© Mel Lampro

ASSASSIN

a

tiny

pink

quiver

of

life

 

clings

onto it’s sanctuary

as the sleeper

seals it’s destiny

with

every

heavy

breath

 

nosferatu

drains

it’s essence

it’s existence

denying any claim

on identity

on equity

 

assassin

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].

DAWNING

Streaked with tears and sweat

As the convulsive

Pulse

Of life

Ripples

Through the night-still air

Calling another soul

To see tomorrow’s sunrise

 

Crimson

Cascading pain

Cradles a noiseless scream

 

Black, black night

 

And then

Cockcrow

 

Our own aurora

Bursts into light

Glistening

Pink

And tight-fisted anger

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].

BREATHLESS

He was perfect. Lounging across the front seat of a dilapidated car, looking every inch the boy that borrowed his father’s saloon for the prom and hoping that his best girl didn’t mind the smell of wet dog or the bubbled paint that flaked from the bodywork like a bad sunburn.

One hand on the steering wheel, the other dangling from the driver’s side window, fingers drumming gently on the door as he laughed and chattered with my neighbour. I could have watched him for a lifetime, with his troubled hair and faded T-shirt, he was everything I wanted and nothing but unreachable.

Too young, too cute and too absorbed in my pretty, animated neighbour – with her caramel eyes and streaming curls – water spilling over pebbles that bobbed and rippled in the early autumn sunlight.

I felt awkward in my work clothes and tried to pass them by, hoping that their conversation would engage them long enough for me to escape into my house unnoticed but, as soon as my hated high heels trip-trapped across the loose gravel on the street they both looked up. She with her dazzling smile and he with such a look of total vulnerability that inside I faltered and fell.

The polite introductions felt thick in my mouth, my lips dried and dragged on my teeth and I felt my smile harden like stale icing. My cheeks flushed as I fell over simple words and I dug my fingernails into my palms – I fired an excuse about having an evening meeting and ricocheted off the street.

Slam. Safe. Breathless.


No Love Lost Cover

Previously Published:

No Love Lost: 1 (Slim Volume) Paperback – 7 Dec 2014

Edited by: Kate Garrett

Available from Amazon


 

© Mel Lampro

 

EVERYTHING

A blizzard wraps the vacillating air, quietening a feral storm – making way for a thin cry that slices through the dawn-paled night, as a new Aurora oils into her linen kingdom. Outside, sallow courtiers respond in flurry to this chill nativity, jostling to glimpse the fronded vignette but hushing each other in reverence. A lick of ebony veils her startled eyes and a dusting of night crowns her wine-stained brow. Welcomed into life with a whisper of a kiss and a silent prayer.

Darklight is everything. I am everything. I am the light on the glistening wave, I am the bird that sings in the tree, I am the water that ripples in the brook, I am the sound of the wind in your ears, I am the sparkle in the eye of every smile and the breath of every child, I am all of these things and all of these things are you; you are complete and I am whole. Love is boundless, timeless, limitless and free. It circles our lives like a mantle of hope. We are nothing without it and everything within it. We exist as forms of consciousness that glitter and twinkle like the stars above. Smiling down on the landscape we have created from our souls.

We destroy to rebuild, die to be re-born, and end to begin. Nothing is gone, forever is forever. Time does not exist in the way we structure it for ourselves. It is as free as a running hare in the meadow, as expansive as the curve of the sky and deeper than any ocean, all the oceans. Fluid.

We are all children, splashing in puddles and laughing at the jewels that scatter from our every movement. Endless ripples of creation from one tiny gesture. Pools of thought and rivers of knowledge, merging into a vast swell of life. Enjoy the life, it is ours to explore.

Adventurers of the universe.

© Mel Lampro