Look Up

13th August 2015
Lincoln
By Becki Ashton
DRAFT 1

Don’t let your eyes turn square

from the endless blink-less text

that prays on your weak mind

and fills your thoughts full of doubt

Don’t let the sadness and social mind fuck

take the beautiful that is around you

that cranial descention of head tilt

and the chit-ta chat-ta of fingers on screens

Take your thumb off the on button

and look up into mother earth’s design

breathe in the air and stare at the birds

that fly high above your head and house

Let the world see you, so you can see it back

don’t let news, politics and debate pull you in

down into a pit of depression and anxiety

take your hands off and just look up

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The Sad Little Snowdrops

17th March 2015
Lincoln
By Becki Ashton
DRAFT 1

The snowdrops bloom at the start of spring

Little white blobs of natural beauty

scattered from field to field

peaking over the blades of new grass

Although beautiful in creation

they bare a sad appearance

as if sulking to the world

with their heads down low

Do they feel the lull of winter still

is it the lack of nature around them

or the essence of death in the air

that makes them weep

Are the droplets of morning dew

the tears that fall from their petals

and drop to the ground

like dead lifeless leaves

Do they hear the cries of woe

swimming through the air

and flying down the stream

of the new life that didn’t make it

They last only for a week or two

raising their heads up to the spring

but then wilt and die

until the following season

They rest their thoughts in the earth

letting it build up all year

a whirling circle of sadness

that will never ever end.