In expectant silence, / you submit from strength not weakness, / from desire not need… / the open offer / of yourself.
An old poem rehashed after a conversation at a recent RB meet :)
A lovely green field now holding her view / On it soft dusting’s small red leaves wind blew
A beautiful photograph called “Country Field” by Kate is the inspiration behind this piece. Thanks Kate. ( Ktowers )
“What wouldn’t you give…?” said a quiet murmuring voice. “What wouldn’t you give for silken skin like this?”
TTST21 Silken Skin
you are beautiful
. sunday / o3.o8.2oo9 . .
She see’s him untie the string / even hears the paper crackling as he lifts back the folds / slowly reaching in to finger the fabric
Just a little daydream…..
Some poets write with a rapier blade, / meaning to cut a thing down / to its bare-boned ism. Others write of fanciful affairs with a voi…
Just a poem that could have gone on infinitly, writing about some of the different styles, forms, kinds, moments of writing and writers. and, most importantly, the absoluteness of writing!
At first deep winter hits him like a stone wall / Impenetrable / The thought of climbing up / stills even hope / Darkness ensues and the l…
for my dear heart Chuck aka Velveteagle / I have been waiting for you / xxx / Much Love, / Linaji
I feel the way the wind blows, / like circumventing timelessness / shifting / between shadows / ...
The poem is about writing; how it comes for me, how it feels (like an ancient wind blowing through my veins) and how it lights me up somehow…LOVE that!
My dear, you’re loved, so n’er forget / the heart that beats within your chest, / was made to give its gift of life / unto itself, within it…
This poem is written in the Rondeau form. it was just a little something that came to me when thinking about how hopeless life and self can feel sometimes…:)
A very large tree with branches that span / Across a field of green clover and small purple / Blossoms knew many lovers. / Some came to ask …
All of Life Counts. All of it.
The new day comes on feet of gold, / now severed from the nights dark hold, / it shines for all the world to see, / while one side breaks th…
A poem of the dawning of a new day, with no mistakes in it. I needed to hear this myself today…so thought someone else might need to hear it, too. Everyone has days where they don’t like themselves, but the new day always comes, ready to begin anew, bringing another chance for salvation and light.
“Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...
A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)
I realised that I am the only person who can make me happy. I am responsible for my own happiness, my own respect, my own appreciation.
Accompanying the mandala – The Law Of Attraction – Love
Love is a creative, enabling grace – / and its grace is in the giving. / I loved, therefore, I am – more… / human, divine, complete, fulfil…
Sometimes a failed relationship teaches us more, gives us more than we realize at the time. “A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave”. Mohandas Gandhi “There is only one real deprivation…and that is not to be able to give one’s gifts to those one loves the most….The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow of life were backed up.” / May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude, p 191
One / kiss / can change / everything. / What once lay frozen / suddenly melts, welcoming spring, / when one leans in towards another and their…
A fibonacci on how just one small, kind, loving gesture towards another human being can change their lives forever.
I write what blows forth / with the heaving wind; / through the trees that speak – / from the open fields / off the vast blue sea… I write…
just another poem (in diminished hexaverse form) on writing; and how I do not choose what I write… I simply write what comes.
Escape from within / this draconian flame / comes not with the promise / of remembrance, / but battered flesh that taunts the meek; / callin…
This is the first poem I wrote after 15 years or so of not writing poetry. I wrote it in the bathroom while my kids we splashing about in the tub. That day, 17 poems came out of me. This was the first. / The flood of words has yet to cease. / I uncorked. :) This is about learning, growth, suffering, and knowing the point at which it all becomes clear; then acting.
I will shine for you / Without these masks we have made / Sealed up in heaven / Parade my gifts of beauty / Look for you in everything If …
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello here. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! Art / Music
…with his dancing feet / propped up; / his hands behind his head; / his spine cradled / by cotton rope lattice, / _(it is a specially woven …
This is what I see happening when my muse, Pan, decides to go on vacation. :)
For Lina / Your Portrait in Words / By Jim Marshal Are the wolves howling again? / What are the…
I was gifted a poem today from Jim Marshal I thought to hoard it as I feel the Universe has showered me with a long awaited ‘end of the tunnel feeling’ where life is showing up like Gold. / . / Sometimes I feel like I should hide my good fortune as I fear that I will be scorned. This is my own doing, not anyone else and this has to stop. I love and I love and now to really love I must allow others to love me… jeeze.. I am crying as I write this.. Jims Piece is First… and my response is last The title I created for both. / . / Jim I am still tasting the salt. xox / .
My heart / was born / without slippers / but quickly / beat itself / a need / to hide. First / my heart slipped / on my mother’s / woven s…
The sky held alien like stars / Moon dripping sensual light / Now coalesce with my / Body, maintain my rapture _Lovers fail more than…
I am a swollen beast / bowing / at your feet. you came to me / a crouching fox licking my shadow / with a forest tongue, a lithe str…
I guess it’s time to stop asking questions, / and start answering them. / Wipe away long dead evaporations, / mined trails overgrown with ne…
November 10th. Happy birthday, Mum. :) / I miss you more than words; / I understand that I could never understand; / I used to whisper “I forgive you…” / but now understand, that is not my place. / There is no need. / I love you eternally. / Happy birthday.
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