Li'l Scribbles: whirling down

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the marshes are in the woods

13th Febrauary'13

as you sink down down down
you pull down trees with you
trees and their roots and branches
and li'l nests with eggs and squirrels and fairy folk

glee of the gulps - the last gulps of air and then the gulps of muddy water
the gulps as you submerge
the gulps as li'l bubbles of air go up
the gulps as the surface engulfs you

sucked into the vortex
everything goes round and round
is it the world spinning around me
or am I the top?

a wail through the woods
the marshes are full again
the sounds of harp grow faint
the marshes are full again

inside out

17th January '13

Turning inside out

Is an ugly feeling

Where did this clog come from into this flowing stream?

The gurgles are now muddy

The whirpool whirls

The vortex swallows the water

Remains a stony bed

A song whirling round and down

23rd Nov '12

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

I dropped my shoes
My pointy toes
Which made me tall
and my troubles small..

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

I dropped my robes
My witches black
And the broomstick brown
With the evil eye

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

I dropped my heart
The pierced red
With a comet's tail
And an expiry date

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole

My soul dived in
Pushed to the steep
Where it's dark, deep..
The unknown sink

Down down down
The rabbit hole
Down down down
The rabbit hole
The Rabbit lives
Big ears
Big teeth
But the oxygen's scant
The climb steep, no rope
Still the breathing continues
Heavy
Till when?

Being 'n' Believing

June'12

monoprints, ink

oil pastels, water colours, dry pastels (incomplete)

ink on acrylic

drown down

27th Aug '11

It takes a deep dive
Right in
In the deep depths
It takes in a long breadth
And and tries to stay underwater
But what comes in goes out
So it floats up.

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Maybe

12th August '12

Walking slowly and carefully, I missed a lot of stones.

Maybe I should have overturned them.

Singing loudly and dancing vociferously the dance of life, I turned deaf to my inner voice.

Maybe I should have turned the volume down.

Trying to get the work done, organized and scheduled, I forgot the whole point.

Maybe I should have aligned myself to the purpose first.

These maybes,

These thoughts,

I need to shelf again today.

Maybe I shouldn’t!

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11th August '11

A spinning top
Goes round and round
It's physics
It's what spinning is
It's what a top does

It spins and skirts the edges
Crossing the centre in motion
But never stopping

Spinning around the edges
Looking for the speck, the spot
Restlessly it spins, and spins
And the some more

All the time, missing the point.
Missing to dwell on the core.

See-Saw

November '10

misty mountains
serenades of sonnets
instantly spreading blotting ink
dropping drops of loneliness
drip drip drop drop
up you go
down you go
seesaw seesaw
mood swings