Rain rhythmically running alongside the music
playing in my car and heart.
Idir's s Ibeddel song warm and exotic
washes away the grey colours of the day.
Time is a river it seems, where hope and dreams
met with the ease of the river's water flowing by.
The electronic highways are busy these days
bumping my small barge of words around.
Now it is hard to find my way around
my words get lost like small cars
Getting stuck in the loops and noise
of the bigger cars and trucks rushing about.
The riverbanks no longer quiet, the words
and messages run around in circles.
Like fish trying to spawn, when time is running out
my words are dying as the noise of the electronic highways
Drowns out the music of the songs and dreams
my small vessel of poems tries to sing about.
Trudi Ralston.
February 24th, 2014.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
The Space Around Me
The space around me is endless as the sea
A breath enormous at the bottom of my feet.
It allows me flight in an open glass like cocoon
Where I spread my arms and feet like da Vinci's
Vitruvian man, floating up to space above
Hendrik Marsman's " Heerscher ", my roaring song.
The space around me is endless as the sea
And there is plenty of room for everyone but me.
I dream, I sigh, I laugh and tumble about this universe
Of mine that I try not to let crumble under the weight
Of my heavy, solitary soul that cannot eat fast enough
The earth around me that pulls me to the ground.
As my feet search for the wings and power that will
Safely bring my heart and dreams to rest above the clouds.
Trudi Ralston.
February 13th, 2014.
A breath enormous at the bottom of my feet.
It allows me flight in an open glass like cocoon
Where I spread my arms and feet like da Vinci's
Vitruvian man, floating up to space above
Hendrik Marsman's " Heerscher ", my roaring song.
The space around me is endless as the sea
And there is plenty of room for everyone but me.
I dream, I sigh, I laugh and tumble about this universe
Of mine that I try not to let crumble under the weight
Of my heavy, solitary soul that cannot eat fast enough
The earth around me that pulls me to the ground.
As my feet search for the wings and power that will
Safely bring my heart and dreams to rest above the clouds.
Trudi Ralston.
February 13th, 2014.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Alice in Wonderland
In the land of dreams is where we meet,
where space is limitless and horizons are bright
under cover of stars and night.
What a thrill to take flight, to soar with eagles
above waters clear, strong and roar in giddy delight,
free from the shackles daylight brings to mind.
Time stands still, expands, dances around us,
a ballerina glittering in blinding colours and strides,
lifting away any sorrow, fear and dread.
As I breathe in the joy of freedom's run,
I notice the blankets on my bed oppressing
my laughter and my head.
Alas, dear Alice, you are leaving me behind,
as I struggle to fit my dream dazed body
back to the size that my bed will hold.
The kitchen seems so large, and I suddenly feel so small
as I reach up to the counter and quench my thirsty throat
with water from a glass that wants to slip from my minute hand.
In the land of dreams is where we meet
where space is limitless and horizons are bright
under cover of stars and night.
Sometimes it is you, sometimes it is me
who struggle each with size too big, too small
to fit the stage set for our freedom song.
Trudi Ralston
February 10th, 2014.
We are all misfits, in one way or another, and fitting in is often
an illusion, a disguise for dreams that slipped out of sight, and left
us too big, too small for the circumstances we now have to overcome
and fight, like Alice had to in Wonderland.
where space is limitless and horizons are bright
under cover of stars and night.
What a thrill to take flight, to soar with eagles
above waters clear, strong and roar in giddy delight,
free from the shackles daylight brings to mind.
Time stands still, expands, dances around us,
a ballerina glittering in blinding colours and strides,
lifting away any sorrow, fear and dread.
As I breathe in the joy of freedom's run,
I notice the blankets on my bed oppressing
my laughter and my head.
Alas, dear Alice, you are leaving me behind,
as I struggle to fit my dream dazed body
back to the size that my bed will hold.
The kitchen seems so large, and I suddenly feel so small
as I reach up to the counter and quench my thirsty throat
with water from a glass that wants to slip from my minute hand.
In the land of dreams is where we meet
where space is limitless and horizons are bright
under cover of stars and night.
Sometimes it is you, sometimes it is me
who struggle each with size too big, too small
to fit the stage set for our freedom song.
Trudi Ralston
February 10th, 2014.
We are all misfits, in one way or another, and fitting in is often
an illusion, a disguise for dreams that slipped out of sight, and left
us too big, too small for the circumstances we now have to overcome
and fight, like Alice had to in Wonderland.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Song for Yara
When I watch you outside, like a horse on the run
and I hear your powerful bark thunder across our yard
Or watch you sit alert under the evening sky
every muscle in your strong body ready for any trouble
And you look around in the afternoon sun
your honey brown eyes sharp and keen
I smile at your passion so denied
as often we struggle on your walks to hold you back.
Beautiful, eager, yearning for life to give you a cause
for which to defend and fight
you sit and wait, and dream and sigh
of horizons and spaces that could hold your awe and might.
And maybe, when you watch me dream, like a horse on the run
and hear me voice my longing up to the freedom of the sky
As we both watch the stars light the dark of night
and strain under the limits built around our soul.
You know and understand that you and I both have chains haunting
our days and paths, our eyes and cries.
You and I are so much alike, both too strong for the fences all around
our destiny and time, too vulnerable for the flight so long denied.
Trudi Ralston.
February 3rd, 2014.
I feel a strong connection to our Flemish Bouvier-Labrador, whom we adopted
from a no kill shelter two years ago. In temperament, it fascinates me to observe,
she and I are kindred souls. We have had many dogs over the last 28 years.
With Yara, I feel like I have met a kindred spirit, both in story and heart.
and I hear your powerful bark thunder across our yard
Or watch you sit alert under the evening sky
every muscle in your strong body ready for any trouble
And you look around in the afternoon sun
your honey brown eyes sharp and keen
I smile at your passion so denied
as often we struggle on your walks to hold you back.
Beautiful, eager, yearning for life to give you a cause
for which to defend and fight
you sit and wait, and dream and sigh
of horizons and spaces that could hold your awe and might.
And maybe, when you watch me dream, like a horse on the run
and hear me voice my longing up to the freedom of the sky
As we both watch the stars light the dark of night
and strain under the limits built around our soul.
You know and understand that you and I both have chains haunting
our days and paths, our eyes and cries.
You and I are so much alike, both too strong for the fences all around
our destiny and time, too vulnerable for the flight so long denied.
Trudi Ralston.
February 3rd, 2014.
I feel a strong connection to our Flemish Bouvier-Labrador, whom we adopted
from a no kill shelter two years ago. In temperament, it fascinates me to observe,
she and I are kindred souls. We have had many dogs over the last 28 years.
With Yara, I feel like I have met a kindred spirit, both in story and heart.
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