tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76079884217027676962024-03-05T11:18:26.556+00:00Inspire me...Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-52030014363123335742009-06-24T02:39:00.003+01:002009-06-24T02:43:15.842+01:00A new...............I've decided to squish my blogs together : a Day to Day Today plus a poem of sorts, hopefully per day ... it makes me feel better :<br /><br />check here:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.whatnatanyadid.blogspot.com/">http://www.whatnatanyadid.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />See you there!<br /><br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNatanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-69663632577864035122009-05-25T03:25:00.002+01:002009-05-25T03:28:49.769+01:00I have never felt soLost<br />and so completely found at the same time.<br />I lay, but can't sleep : I can't get you out of my mind... I don't know why. This is the opposite of before (quite literally)<br />If you break my... heart? .... who will I be?<br />Am I scary?<br />Hope not.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-57757299049553637662009-04-30T01:13:00.002+01:002009-04-30T01:21:00.764+01:00A head : FullI don't know ... I fell off and now I'm floating on all the things that surround clouds ... air I guess. There were stars and you made them come up in the sun, untill they were too tired to dance at night. Now the night is dark. There are broken strings and holes in the sky. But I have this dream ... I talk with a little bird - the little bird from before, and she sings the stars back. Sometimes. And sometimes I think of you. Then I dream. But sometimes I think of you ... and sometimes I think of you, and you. I don't know anymore what is to be. Truth? What was supposed to be... I'm lost in one of the holes in the sky. Fell in. Sometimes the bird makes me happy, but other times she makes me cry. It's not her fault... just my own, because it is so difficult for me to see now in the dark.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-57019637695449074752009-03-10T22:37:00.002+00:002009-03-10T22:42:46.286+00:00Blue GreenIn the blue green light it all seems so right, so lovely. Through the blue green light we are there, and the flock of birds in flight look down on us, it all seems so right. There are no bad words here, no sentences of fake questions and harsher answers still. This blue green light is a lake with a film on top; she holds all our bad words on the bay until we feel better. We lay beneath her body … we don’t need to breathe here. Nothing to feel but the warmth we feel not, outside. She waves and ripples. We are her but also each other. We hide in her caves and talk in bubbles that will never reach her surface; she makes us brave, ironically. She is filled with secrets, all diluted. In your eyes… is the only beauty I could ever find in you… a fake beauty of a reflection of myself in you, or my dreams to be more precise.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-58059453044388392172009-02-15T18:05:00.003+00:002009-02-15T18:22:19.157+00:00Birds are funny thingsThere are true things as sentences and if told we might melt like snowflakes:<br /><br />Two birds are on the same telephone line but they can't see each other really: not for sure...<br />Sometimes they think they can hear eachother dreaming...<br />... she doesn't like melted snowflakes so she sits and waits for new snow to cover the old,<br />will she say it now? could she be so bold?<br />She knows though that if this what she is told is different from her dreams she will be no more than a rain drop fallen on the dirty ground,<br />with no more than a tear to show for the dreams she once had.<br /><br />It is all too complicated in bird land.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-332618469881787682009-01-07T02:47:00.005+00:002009-01-07T03:07:31.679+00:00Dreams are only dreams after all<div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Kitty caught her mouse in the end; the mouse saw her own reflection and decided to stop. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Kitty couldn't sleep; she missed little mouse.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-29561437725398930352008-12-25T12:35:00.003+00:002008-12-25T12:42:48.834+00:00No Snow, but......at the carnival<br />the little wind<br />up white horses<br />and bunnies do<br />make me<br />happy *Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-49493212654327807642008-12-21T01:22:00.005+00:002008-12-21T01:33:35.472+00:00Dreams are harder when you don't believe in themI remember the bit where they send each other pretty words through the telephone line ...<br />not sure really though - there are too many rainbows resting in my cereal...<br />colours all over now:<br />maybe you don't see ... or you do but you don't want to ... do you?<br />Is there a way ... to see all the dreams come to life the way I see them in my mind? ... because for that I need you to believe them tooNatanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-51503883855833743212008-12-13T12:12:00.002+00:002008-12-13T12:15:41.617+00:00knottedIn the night time fairies come into my room and tie my hair in knots ... Lisa says it's Titania, she does it to horses too ...Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-55562721005115748902008-11-27T02:28:00.002+00:002008-11-27T02:39:19.693+00:00Do you...Understand?<br /><br />She writes you a book, and you know who the characters are ....<br />We all speak in metaphores... some speak louder and clearer - but who understands will, I suppose... clues are all over like fairy tales, like a little girl lost in the woods finding her way back to her litte tree house along the line of pretty red ribbon: metres and metres of it...<br />What if she never finds her way back? what if the wolves find her first? what if she becomes so happy lost in the tiny bed of flowers that she forgets where she will be loved?<br />Does she know that she is loved?<br />She is small because that is how she feels safe: the real world is not real at all ... it is better in dreams - she should live there always (in the dream-that is where they should be)<br />It's lovely there with lavander pillows and pretty petals - where the wolves will never find her... where there are no small gardens to be kept comfortable in - but only fields and fields of flowers...........<br /><br />*Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-56760674588404038832008-11-23T00:07:00.000+00:002008-11-23T00:08:47.332+00:00SadI've ran out of wool...Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-80985350368750215722008-11-21T23:19:00.001+00:002008-11-22T23:28:54.824+00:00All in all, bar two : a nice day.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wYsqrUNv2naHnj7N5X4Li_QXYI5N6krw1XrpQEz26jtnRWsCaWCP7tPUiqP_chLEyEhNlnIHUYdeKrcbTwis02Ajcfe501J7OFZUqXs3bOy3-ZHdIcc6s8kjnbwf0bqo4YBw160dpy0/s1600-h/DSC_0281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271626133426937938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wYsqrUNv2naHnj7N5X4Li_QXYI5N6krw1XrpQEz26jtnRWsCaWCP7tPUiqP_chLEyEhNlnIHUYdeKrcbTwis02Ajcfe501J7OFZUqXs3bOy3-ZHdIcc6s8kjnbwf0bqo4YBw160dpy0/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I said about feathers... it was lovely, too much wine - pretty photos. Cold and smoke with friends. new dress, half an hour ... many words & secret thoughts...<br />home and blurred. : mean people should be banned - gone.<br />another day the next with pain killers and crochet.<br />*<br />all in all bar two a nice day.<br /><br /><br /></div>Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-76425947971168559862008-11-15T13:33:00.002+00:002008-11-15T13:36:27.163+00:00A yellow one...I saw another fairy ... I hope it was a fairy anyway,<br />It was yellow and small and fluttered like a moth (but not a moth or anything like that) - but faster, all the way up my wall and towards the window...<br />It woke me up from a really deep sleep.<br />She was pretty ... I'll call her Flo<br />*Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-88594169447579399442008-10-03T01:12:00.003+01:002008-10-03T01:16:50.463+01:00..you will work it outWith the faintest smell of guilt over somekind of unknown wrongdoing... maybe... I get ready to wait for your words. I think I will keep waiting, and finally read the words I'm not expecting - good or bad.... I'll be as ready as I can be.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-18739954863521970812008-09-27T04:50:00.001+01:002008-09-27T04:52:33.898+01:00sugar lossI have an apple pie... but why is the red one not in it?<br />I like the red one more.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-54115211752633151122008-09-17T22:23:00.000+01:002008-09-17T22:24:22.580+01:00On the back burner...burningNatanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-70692627241385281082008-08-25T18:26:00.000+01:002008-08-25T18:27:36.585+01:00Today I am a catNatanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-26360024240674523872008-08-16T19:55:00.002+01:002008-08-16T19:59:46.086+01:00But that's just the way it is...Just when everything started to go so well.<br />There was so much - so thick with it. <br />Oh, how the air dilutes and thins out...<br />can I really live like this - with all and nothing at all?<br />They'll overtake me in the end<br /><br />And then they'll take me over.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-78975922156176587882008-07-31T22:20:00.001+01:002008-07-31T22:22:47.266+01:00...... I saw a fairy today ...Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-63759527671224177382008-07-17T03:42:00.001+01:002008-07-17T03:44:16.171+01:00Loosing my MarblesI dropped my little bag and all my marbles rolled out over the floor.<br />I will try to pick them up...<br />It will be hard.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-87408695977527396292008-07-06T22:42:00.002+01:002008-07-06T22:53:20.964+01:00LeafThey drench her wounds with salted spit but she can't poke them with her butter knife...<br />However much they deserve it.<br />What a strange world this is, how the clouds have grown more angry, how we hold our face to be brave,<br />She is not safe, she is not brave.<br />This life (?)<br />These are the fungus.. we live beside,<br />How the world has stopped to grow to let them.<br />Who will she be when she is old?<br />She is not safe...<br />And she can't poke them with her butter knife.Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-85073454301420609612008-07-03T22:09:00.001+01:002008-07-03T22:10:59.552+01:00In my own world...My website needs a website doctor :(<br /><br />... But, I do have the ingredients to make some tiny people ...<br /><br />*Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-83224367332534701882008-06-16T23:21:00.001+01:002008-06-16T23:21:33.876+01:00Abstract...Speak to me...Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-49832062560990378872008-06-15T23:42:00.002+01:002008-06-15T23:46:52.254+01:00Give me a title... On the same page,<br />of the same book,<br />in the same library...<br />- to read the same line? -Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607988421702767696.post-72968176826738608282008-06-09T19:47:00.002+01:002008-12-09T02:19:35.674+00:00Yellow Moon Beauty...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsT-PdlTgqX-pViGPMozw16FRwqjaYgfDs46LyCFzbRfsr3uli6-UAQvMU2IQtR0JoGvS1kZQnUUbs8VfHKRqy4HYMNdN8t6P-lcD2aGGlw_tkaGObS-orHVmhklk_6KynEZhk1KhNpY/s1600-h/DSC_0001+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209955462081351122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsT-PdlTgqX-pViGPMozw16FRwqjaYgfDs46LyCFzbRfsr3uli6-UAQvMU2IQtR0JoGvS1kZQnUUbs8VfHKRqy4HYMNdN8t6P-lcD2aGGlw_tkaGObS-orHVmhklk_6KynEZhk1KhNpY/s320/DSC_0001+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />*<br /><br /><p>... Today we went to the butterfly house ... </p><p> This moon moth lives for just over a week,</p><p>It has no mouth, it is born to starve to death.</p><p> </p><p> It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.</p><p> </p><p> ***</p>Natanya Louise Waybournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15728461395043216737noreply@blogger.com0