Tuesday, May 23, 2017

For Manchester

Time is fleeting
Last moments remembered
What we shared 
Seems so distant and forgone
Who were we then?
Screams of joy
Now screams of pain
Where were the signs
That this moment
Would be our last
Were prayers to God heard
Were souls saved                              
Was love found
In the dust and rubble
Did you hold your breath            
Did you exhale
The clock has spun 
Around and Around
Who can tell the time now
Such a fleeting thing
Who knows when?
Until...
Manchester.

For the fallen ones
         Remember                                                         


Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
©2017
23.05.2017
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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

My thoughts of You

Your ability is more than the labels we conjure or the definitions we ascribe


Your ability embodies your heart and soul, that spirit that awakens with new purpose with every feat achieved. 

These words were coined for you, 'Yes I can' and for every human whose uniqueness surpassed our limited understanding... This is for you!


To experience a world through your eyes
To laugh freely without inhibition
To defy all odds 


To dare the day
To step forward unafraid
To challenge all norms
To say one must be this way or the other, yet still 
You learn,
You grow,

You motivate,
You inspire
Us


To be more than the sum of our parts
To be in the now
To be better

Happy Down Syndrome Day & World Poetry Day!

Written by:
Rachael N. Collymore
©2017



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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Fluid

Fluid

I saw her dancing
And like a smooth roller skater
He slid across to meet her in one swift move
To embrace her

And with each drop, notes splashed
Toes began to twitch and shoes began to click

As hips swayed to a beat that began to take form
A song, only they knew too well
Here it comes…
Spellbound to the music that evokes all emotions
Woooooo
The rhythm is in the dancing: Swoosh!
Here it comes…

[Randy Crawford croons, ‘Purple Rain’]
And she smiles as drops turn to showers
Her neck arches back in greeting, in surrender
Effortlessly, he spins her as the music takes over
Drawn to the vibration… a need…

To become fluid, to become one 
One note
One song
One dance
Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

©2017

- Circle of Poets' challenge: An ekphrastic poem -
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