They call me Alaurilee

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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Friday, September 17, 2010

Fresh Paint

Phto from Google Images

She whispers, oh, so softly
to the man who winks from the moon,
"I need a fresh, new coat of paint
and my soul needs a brand new tune."

She listens as he whispers back,
"Then, my girl, you know what to do.
Dream it big and dream in color.
Then sing your soul into feeling brand new."

She nods her head and winks at the moon
then she starts on her way.
She knows she has lots of dreaming to do,
so she might as well start today.

Tucked in tight she turns out the light
and closes her eyes to dream.
The first thing she sees are spiders
and it almost makes her scream.

In the nick of time she lets it unwind
and the spiders go away.
She tells herself, "This is my dream,
and I'll decide how to play."

She starts to walk in dream land
but her legs are weak and frail.
It puzzles her for a moment,
then in her dreams she starts to sail.

To her delight her arms take flight
and fly her from here to there,
She flies all over the cosmos it seems,
flying about without a care.

The sky is blue and clouds are gray
and she thinks she wants something green.
So she points a finger and thinks it so
and the clouds turn a neon sheen.

For varieties sake she points again,
this cloud yellow, then that, baby blue.
Another in purple and one in pink,
and the river below an orange hue.

That pickup truck she sees in the field,
she turns into candy cane stripes.
And the picket fence that lines the street
in alternating colors and whites.

She handles the color then goes about
finding a tune for her spirit.
Something upbeat and inspiring,
with love and possibility wrapped in it.

The birds in dream land start to sing
and the wind begins to whine.
She joins in with a whistle
and snapping her fingers in time.

She wakes with a smile and feeling fresh,
with a musical tune upon her lips.
She knows today is a brand new day,
she looks confident with swaggering hips.

Deep inside the voice of the moon
whispers a little reminder,
"A new state of mind starts inside
so be prepared to dig in and find her."

"Day dreams or night, its worth the fight
to dream and live in color."
"And finding the light to express your dreams
can't easily come from another."

Posted at Dverse Poets Open Link Night 9/20/2011