Quiet Time

This weekend has been planned out to be a busy one with cooking, travelling and loads people contact. However with some magic shuffle, I ended up with a window of quiet evening. I attempted to finish reading a book I was half way through but couldn’t pick it up. Then I attempted to write a poem or two and felt uninspired. The next thing was watching a movie on Netflix but nothing looked interesting. There was a sense of unsettling for me. I felt I needed to sit with my feelings to untangle them. So I sat and played music softly in the background.

I am always grateful for what music gives me when I am exhausted with giving or run out of inspiration. Besides the nature, music is my second go to place for quiet time. I feel that through music, I am able to relate my own feelings to the artist. It is more like the artist reaches me through their music and lyrics. They help me identify my own feelings and emotions. Then what was trapped in my head has an outlet to express. For me, it is usually through writing.

Sitting with my own feelings is never an easy thing to do. With music though, I feel I have a guide and I am never alone.

Artist’s Outreach

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You may see Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia Weebly Instagram

Anger

The Living Poetry prompt – Angry

hey
you little spark
I am sorry that
I keep denying you, rejecting you
blaming you for ruining everything
you suffer for my immature behaviour
will you forgive me

 

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I Run to You

I have never met you,
and yet you know me.
I can’t help but move closer.

I have spent all my life
to build this facade
for the world to see.
How come you see my anima?
My inner child runs to you.

Do I know you?
Why do you feel like home to me?
I love you!

Oil painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via:

Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

Unfailing Heart

her heart endured a lot

it was once
provoked to anger by betrayal
broken as a result of blunt rejection
too tired too weak to respond
bled out to a slow death

and yet
her heart is still
raw
open
fighting
imbued with passion

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Hollow

The day you packed your bag
You took away my freedom to breathe
The spring bouquet smells anosmic in shades of grey
Turning my face to the sun takes me a morning of energy
The afternoon is occupied by staring at
the morning coffee stain on my t-shirt you once wore
You left me with a lone pathetic shell in zombie distain

Lose/Lose

I reach out my hand
to search you
in the darkness

I can hear
your fading heartbeats
giving up on me

helpless me
hopeless you

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