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I Must Flee

All alone in
my own
little
corner

All alone in
blog magic:
that’s
you

~

Lost in
flight
of your
words

~

With
a
vision
so
clear

~

Feel
your
touch

~

Taste
your
tears

~

All the love
that we
share;

~

But…

~

The clock,
it
strikes
twelve

~

And the
doorbell
rings
fear:

~

 “ You must hurry”
they say,

“you must go,
you must
flee

~

For your
corner’s
not
safe

~

From
the
wrath
of
Sandy.”

© Robyn Lee

In the midst of my denial, while enjoying my
wonderful blog reads earlier today,
I was evacuated from my home
due to approaching Hurricane
Sandy.

Sandy, aka: Frankenstorm, is predicted
to be the most lethal hurricane
in U.S. history to hit this part
of the country.

As luck has it, my husband
is out of the state, and now
unable to obtain access to air
transportation given this
state of emergency.

I’m taking shelter with my
puppy now at a hotel location,
and hoping
the storm has mercy
 on our area and
everyone stays
safe.

Will miss visiting everyone during our
impending power outages
but will be back
to “my own little corner”
 to see you all as
soon as
possible.

~

With Much Love
~ Robyn Lee

Below I share lyrics from a special song,
In My Own Little Corner,
featured in
Rodgers and Hammerstien’s
Cinderella,
one of my most favorite
childhood films:
~~~

I’m as mild and as meek as a mouse
When I hear a command I obey.
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand
In my way.

~

In my own little corner
In my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wings of my fancy
I can fly anywhere
And the world will open
Its arms to me.

~

I’m a young Egyptian princess…
Or a milkmaid
I’m the greatest prima donna
in Milan
I’m an heiress who has always had
her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms
In Japan

~

I’m a girl men go mad for
Love’s a game I can play
With cool and confident kind of air.
Just as long as I stay in
My own little corner
All alone in my own
Little chair.

~

I can be whatever I want to be.
I’m a thief in Calcutta
I’m a queen in Peru.
I’m a mermaid dancing upon the sea
I’m a huntress on an African safari…
It’s a dangerous type of sport and yet it’s fun
In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
And I find I forgot to bring my gun.

~~

I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed
When I meet a lioness in her lair
Then I’m glad to be back in
my own little corner,
All alone in my
Own
little chair.


Portals

Brilliant steel potentiality:
Calling me forth, like a
Magnetic portal to
A new place
and time;

Arched over blue expanse of
Liquid fire mystery;
Connecting
What is:

to what
can
be.
~

©Robyn Lee

~~~

Heartfelt thanks to guest photographer, my dear Aunt Renée who honored me by allowing me to feature her stunning image in my post today. I admired this new photo on her Facebook page earlier, and it inspired me to write the poetic verse above. She captured this beautiful shot in Astoria Park NY, beneath the 2 bridges pictured (Hell Gate Bridge and Triborough Bridge ).

I think a new hobby may be calling her forth ~ don’t you?! 

Thank you Aunt Renée ~ I Love You 


Walk With Me

Let’s take a walk
Come hold my
Hand

We’ll stroll along
Warm grains of
Sand;

Our toes sink in
And melt so
Deep

Smooth tumbled stones
Caress our
Feet;

We’ll step into
The breaking
Waves

Ionic breeze
Ignites our
Day;

And then you’ll stop
To stroke my
Hair

I’ll find your eyes
And hold the
Stare;

You’ll offer me a
Pink sea
Shell

I’ll hear the
Echoed truths it
Tells;

And when we reach
Our resting
Space

I’ll beg to kiss
Your salty
Face.

©Robyn Lee


Mandala Of Her Mind

Like a spider,
setting forth
to make
her
way;

Strand by strand,
she weaves
together
antique
threads

of
hope
truth
wisdom.

~~~

Carefully
connecting
delicate
fibers

of
promises
suspended;

She watches
as
mosaic patterns
emerge,

revealing
small
segments of

self.

~~~

Laboriously,
she knits
complex
arrangements,

Intricate
mazes
designed to
capture

dreams
unrealized;

tying
meticulous knots
tightly,

at each
cross-section.

~~~

With
tenuous
twists and
turns,

she
spins

through
tangled tales
of
love;

swinging
wildly
from
silken strings

of
ambiguity.

~~~

Finally,
in the heart
of her
mandala

she
rests

~~~

Knowing

that
her work

for
today

is
done.
~~~

©Robyn Lee