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Fighting pain
winning space
in that eternal moment:
Truth!
When all stands still,
dangerously fixed
on the walls of time.

Endlessly walking,
inverted pendulum of hopes,
losing faith
in circles of revelations
when all around is turning,
spinning fast
in everlasting spirals…

Excerpt from “Strength”

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Laura≈LME ©

#AThousandSilentWords

 

The sound of silence

Blanket of nullity,
no time,
it invades the space
swallows the voice
suffocates words
crushes the heart.

Soul’s cords vibrate
with no sound.
Only the blowing wind
in the chorus of wing-beats
through bare branches
on a carpet of leaves
of a winter garden

Still
Rigid of ice and frost
enchanted, taciturn
Icy colored flowers.
Sound waves
infiltrated
in a tissue of cries
heart-rending,

Sharp
locked
and through the cold walls
of uncertain times
the sound of silence
screams again.

Il suono del silenzio

La coltre del nulla,
senza tempo
invade lo spazio
ingoia la voce
soffoca le parole
stritola il cuore

Vibrano le corde dell’anima
nessun suono
solo i soffi del vento
in cori di battiti d’ali
tra rami spogli,
su tappeti di foglie
di un giardino d’inverno

Fermo
rigido di gelo e brina
incantato e taciturno
Fiori color ghiaccio,
onde sonore,
infiltrate in un tessuto di urla,
rimangono prigioniere
e tra le mura fredde
di una sera incerta,
il suono del silenzio grida ancora.

There is a place…

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 @LauraLME ~ Verses In Motion ~ Digital #Poetry – #Photography ~ All Rights Reserved.

There is a place where we meet
walking slowly towards each other,
A place where we have always been,

In a different time and space
With the same beats,
like blades, cutting the soul in ribbons.

There is a place,

Where we break the walls of pain,
Feeling touch of snow
and rain drops on our faces.

There is a moment, round and perfect,

In that bouncing bubble

our hearts make a sound
Our souls meet
in a rainbow arch,

sliding on diamond ice,

jumping on green memories,

dancing on calm waters.

There is a place where we run,

on puddles of mistakes
through hot streets of fire,
taking us to crossroads of danger,

Where dust and wind play
following each other
between deep ravines
and fresh waterfalls!

Dreams

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Dreams

Drifting into sleep

finding soul cords and vibrations,

looking inside the maze of my heart

where beats connect to breathing

following the path of never

Resting my mind from this anxious time

suspended

through the highs of skies and the lows of dusty lands

Jumping on clouds

pouring rain drops and heavy thoughts

on muddy puddles of memories

Fragile dreams,

Pure visions,

shattered on shining trails of stardust

places, faces

slow motion, sequence of impossible events

Timeless parade of pacing words and frames

walking through nights of fire and stormy days of wonder

in a soft bubble of hopes and fears,

“where the invisible becomes essential.”

Colours

 

 

 

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Colours

By Laura LME  ©

My name is love, 
my colour is red. 
Vivid drops of ruby
poured over your skin,
showers of ink and paint
dominated by shadows, 
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart!

My name is pain, 
my colour is orange. 
Veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness,
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs, 
extracting bitter tears
contracting your heart.

My name is hope, 
my colour is yellow.
Wires of metallic nets
needles of faith,
spread around you
thin rays of thunder,
conducting electricity
empowering your mind.

My name is strength, 
my colour is power! 
Shades of acceptance, 
nuances of fight
depth of belief,
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty,
painting the canvas of life!

 

Whispers

 

 

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Whispers  

by @LauraLME ©

Words like unconscious breeze,
Insinuations of unknown secrets,
Shared through the walls of time,

Whispered

through the trees
Of our forests of sorrows,

Sliding like dew on the leaves of our destiny.

Us, Careless Inhabitants
Of a land that does not forgive.

Wind of rebellious changes,
Blowing strong in circles of fire.

Flames like hopes becoming bigger
Trying to fight the waters of pain.

Our hands in prayers
Wet of tears,
in every drop a new rain,
Falling on this army of souls
Marching restlessly
Looking for answers, wishing for peace.

Silent words, no vibrations
Whispers like silk and velvet
Covering blankets of tomorrows
Hiding colours of rainbows,
In the deep wounds of our sky
Slashed by the almighty wings of Angels
embracing us, Trying to heal the cuts
Filling the voids.

But…

We are all feathers
Quick flashes of lightning,
Running through the tunnel of life.

Our strength is a small candle
Consumed by the years
Passing by, like sand,
Through the bulbs of an hourglass.

The Peace Project’s 5th Annual Call-for-Artists is now open!

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NOW OPEN!!!  The Peace Project’s 5th annual Call-for-Artists

Asking artists worldwide to show us where Peace starts. Is Peace born out of love, community, in the innocence of a child or the beauty of nature? How can we end the senseless war and embrace equality for all? 



In four short years, The Peace Project, supported by artists and others, has:

  • Educated dozens of children in Sierra Leone, Africa.

  • Distributed 10,000 pairs of crutches to amputees, war victims, polio survivors and mothers and children in Sierra Leone on World Peace Day, 2011.

  • Designed a Peace Museum in Sierra Leone in conjunction with the United Nations.

  • Created and produced Peace Tips, specially designed crutch tips that last one year, extend the life of crutches and greatly improve mobility for users.

  • And currently, we’re building 40 houses and a community center in the Philippines for victims of Typhoon Haiyan.  A total of 200 are planned.

 
”Our work proves that we can change the world if we join hands, think creatively and take action.”

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Circles

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Concentric Circles: Digital Photography by @VersesInMotion ©  All Rights Reserved 

 

Circles

by LauraLME ©

Closed curves of distance in the infinite arc of time

Blowing circles of smoked afternoons against rainy windows

Your tears drawing patterns swallowed by little drops.

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Stuck between diameters of events passing by

And sudden sunrays, segments of lights in the short radius of life

Expanding like chords, touching the center of our worlds.

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We were…

Perfect lines of imperfections

Cutting the circles of love

Growing extended secant of doubts

Meeting the straight coplanar of destiny,

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Dividing hope.

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We were…

Euclidean axioms imposed.

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Circular sectors of pain

Interior truth, exterior lies

Equidistant from every point of our circumference

Recurrent semicircles of strength and faith.

~

We were…

Graphical perspectives, rising through muscles and tissues

Reaching the core of our super human walls of possibilities

Falling in the timeless net of our mistakes.

We were…

Floating islands on stormy waters

Thick shadows of round shaped shipwrecks,

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We are…

Ellipses under parallel projections

 

Breathing

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Breathing ~ Digital poetry and photography by @LauraLME ©

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Inhale moments,

joyful laughters

trapped in bubbles of air.

Exhale years,

painful needles

wrapped up in the scent of memories,

open cavities and spongy filters

letting go, coming through

swinging doubts and illusions.

Inhale seconds,

serene bliss

diving into sea waves.

Exhale days,

heart skipping beats

running on shiny asphalt,

at the corner of grey streets

crossroads and fast curves,

passing by, going far

déjà vu and premonitions,

whispers and shadows.

Inhale prophecies,

vibrations of hope

Exhale dreams…

Breathing wind

Missing you.

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