Linda Studley

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19 Dec 2015

Through the Falling Snow

The glow from the street lamps
throw spotlights on the sidewalk
and the snow falls like sparkles inside a snow globe dome
and the path from my footprints
draws a line through the spotlights
as my feet join the dots on the long, cold way back home

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow.
The road may be long but at least I have a place to go.

As I look back behind me
at the proof of my passing
the snow fills my footprints like I was never there.
And my mind drifts in wonder
has this life made a difference
or am I just a snowflake falling through the frozen air?

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow
The journey may be cold but at least I have a place to go.

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow
Take my hand and follow me and we’ll both have a place to go.

#158

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12 Oct 2015

Painting a New Home With an Old Life

A new home is like an empty canvas.
Aside from the obvious fresh paint
on the walls,
there is a sense of potential,
a re-evaluation of the corporeal things
that populate our lives, shape
our routines, and represent us
to the world.

We hang a painting on the pristine wall,
place prisms in the windows to spark rainbows,
throw down a hand made rug,
and suddenly the canvas is not so empty anymore.

Some things make the cut,
others languish in liquor boxes
until the next garage sale or are abandoned
on the back doorstep of the nearest
thrift shop.
Only to be discovered by another soul
looking for new colours to splash
upon their own
empty canvas.

#90

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