a jigsaw life (poem)

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everyday is a piece in

the puzzle of life

small indecipherable parts

spots of color

innocuous shapes

making sense only

when joined together

irregular edges

each shape different

from the others

small scenes revealing themselves

as pieces come together

the picture never complete

until the last piece

the last day

is in place.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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the baby in the tub (poem)

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the baby in the tub sat

and the mother of

the baby in the tub

took a call and sat

at her phone to chat

while the baby in the tub sat

and the mother stayed on the phone

left the baby in the tub alone

left the baby in the tub to drown

and the baby in the tub drowned alone

while the mother sat to chat

on the phone

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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when we become (poem)

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when

i open myself up to you i

am vulnerable

exposed

bare naked i

am inviting you

to see deep within me

be part of my deepest darkest secrets

probe the deepest darkest recesses of me

that nobody else can see i

surrender my being to you i

let you come closer than anyone has ever been i

let you inside me and we

become

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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Hands (poem)

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It takes but one hand

Reaching out

To touch another hand

And be a pair

It takes but two hands

Both reaching out

To touch another pair

And if they all reach out

How many hands are there

And behind each pair

There stands someone

And in each one

There lies a heart

And all those hearts

Are reaching out

To touch another heart

And if they all reach out

How many hearts are there

And all those hands

Touch other hands

And all those hearts

Touch other hearts

And in the end

They live as one

And when they stand

They stand as one

With many hands

And many hearts

 

© Cynthia Lapeña, 2012

 

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Breakout (poem and painting)

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Breakout
acrylic on corrugated plastic board
44″x31.5″

it’s a splendid day

don’t rain on my parade

the sun will chase my troubles away

it’s time to get out of the shade

it’s a wonderful day

that groundhog will come out

the sun will melt the snow away

spring colours will soon break out

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2011

 

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Whale of a Tale (poem and painting)

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A Whale of a Tail
watercolour on paper
12″x18″

it’s a whale of a tale, i tell you

is it a tail of a whale you see?

i can’t really believe what you tell me

i don’t have to listen to you.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2011

 

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Castanets (poem and painting)

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Castanets
watercolour on paper
12″x18″

the click and clack of castanets

accompany the dancers’ steps

the music’s not quite music yet

the dancers never once misstep

the skirts that swirl and twirl and flare

around lithe bodies and legs bare

are coloured petals in the air

that flit and fly now here now there

the castanets that clack and click

match alien steps all smart and quick

the dancers’ backs all stiff and straight

belie their nature wild innate

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2011

 

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Two Ships (poem and painting)

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Two Ships
watercolour on paper
12″x18″

silent dark water

bereft of light

two ships cross each other

in the silence of the night

what life is there on either

what work or play or fright

what unknown seabound voyager

in doubt awaits first light

how many lie in slumber

ensconced in surreal plight

how many wait and wonder

when land will be in sight

and still the ships forge deeper

in pertinacious flight

away from one another

away and out of sight

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2011

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Sunscape (poem and painting)

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Sunscape
waatercolour on paper
12″x18″

red

hot

sun

hot

red

heat

hot

heat

waves

red

hot

glare

bright

sun

flare

bright

yellow

glare

bright

yellow

sliver

yellow

orange

flare

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2011

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1-800-Hotlips (poem and painting)

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1-800-HOTLIPS
mixed media on paper
12″x18″

call the number

if you dare

up from slumber

drop all care

get it right

don’t hesitate

don’t take all night

don’t start too late

who will answer

can you know

miss or mister

high voice or low

do you dare

to call the number

bring the player

into your chamber

hesitate

a moment more

you won’t find fate

at your front door

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2011

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