The world I know’s a crooked place No straight lines navigate it’s space.
One of my doodles of the day. This one has been put through the app called InFrame. A few different and interesting frames and effects.
No straight lines
poetry
#poetry – My eyeballs are bleeding
My eyeballs are bleeding they're so puffy and sore
Must stop my damned crying or they'll only bleed more
#Poetry – A jukebox plays within my head
I woke up to a song today
I dreamt it through the night
It's not the first nor even last
An earworm is my blight
A jukebox plays within my head
It plays a line or more
In quiet spaces of my day
It just repeats it's score
I shake my head I tap my ears
I try to run away
But there it is again today
It guess it wants to stay
D GRANT 2021
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#Poetry – Hangover
The sky is up the sun is blue I’ve drunk so much just want to spew.
My head it spins like I’m possessed just want to barf and rest my head.
BY DEZZIE GRANT 2021
#Poetry – The Entrepreneur
When all was pink when all was grey
You packed your bags and went away
Far greener pastures did you seek
You travelled far you travelled bleak
Then one day glowing gold so true
A novel quest so bright it grew
Now pink is red and grey is black
No need to make the journey back
DEE GRANT 2021
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#Prose – Eyes pulse through a kaleidoscope
I can hear you. In the waves of my space I hear your heartbeat. Eyes pulse through a kaleidoscope of reverberating paisley designs. The notes edge outward beyond my line of sight. I watch as the show begins. A shimmering spectacle as central vision disappears…if only for a moment. Then time, unfettered by containment lines, sends searing pain. Hello again unwelcome stranger.
Dezzie 2021
In this short piece I have tried to capture an eye migraine. ‘Unfettered by containment lines’ means that I didn’t take anything to resolve it. As many would know that suffer from eye migraines, if you treat it as soon as the signs appear you can sometimes avoid it turning into a migraine.
For me these make you cry with pain. Even the sound of water dripping on tiles makes your head scream. Showers become painful necessities. Light to your eyes is pure agony so no TV and no screen time. Have I done it justice?
#Poetry – I just want to go home
I just want to go home. Home to familiar things. Home to love and comforts.
I just want to go home. Home to the sunshine streaming through my balcony in the morning.
I just want to go home. Home to you my love. Your love makes my heart sing.
I just want to go home
DEE GRANT 2021
#Poetry – Hospital pitstop
I know the dark space that operations and medication can do to your headspace. This cards for mum. After a second operation less than a couple of weeks apart I know she’s struggling. When a loved one is in hospital you can’t always be with them, especially these days. That makes things so tough. Wish I could be there with her. This short poem is for her.
Love you to the moon and back but get that things are hard
Thinking of you heaps today so thought I'd send this card
Imagine I am sitting there on your bed and all
We'll laugh at life's twists and turns...beats staring at a wall!
We'll chat of meds that work best or needles that you score
The kindness of your nurses and patients that do snore
This place is a pitstop and it's bumpy on the way
So seatbelt on, hold on tight, lets take it day by day
BY DEE GRANT 2021
Photo by Jacob Kelvin.J on Pexels.com
#Poetry – Orange beams that chase the moon
I think of you while you're away
and as night dances on the day
and failing light segments are strewn
as orange beams that chase the moon
I think of you as silhouettes
can etch the land as day forgets
and blue, then red, once more regress
and night presents its sweet caress
DEE GRANT 2021
#Poetry – Elevate from noisy spheres
It is in silence I create, I can decipher, I can relate
Random gems of unknown purity, bubble up from deep obscurity
Bubbling up clear unfettered, not encased in tunes so lettered
I know the silence that you seek, a place to ponder a place to speak
Not with words that close your mind, but open pathways all entwined
For in this place you can create, you can reflect, you can debate
And when all thoughts have quietened down, and questions lose their tensioned frown
You elevate from noisy spheres, and find that space set free from fear
A masterpiece is what you paint, random sketches of a saint.
DEE GRANT 2021
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