Ka moves through veins like fireflies / across the vacant church of night. Passing through like flaming limes / into the mouth and out, ...
You’ve gotta love Ka. / oh…and fireflies.
in the morning, light / in the evening, dark / born of both / twilight the plum that sweets the heart / the ferryman of art / the only ti…
twilight: the between time; the seers time. the time of both light and dark. the culmination of both.
I wonder… If she were to see her own reflection, shining / exponentially / like some great boon from the arc / of her own abstract, / woul…
This is a metaphor – surprise! lol / The subject here is the Female Angler Fish. Did you know, that the pictures you’ve most likely seen of the angler fish, are all female? These big, beginning of time looking beasts; all big jaws and teeth, complete with a lightbulb lure on top of their head, are all female. the male looks like a tiny, fat guppy. plain as day. To mate, the male sniffs out the female, and attaches itself to the side of her stomach, bites into her flesh with his sharp little teeth, and is slowly absorbed right into her until he is totally gone. His sole purpose is to become her. I thought it so strange and cool that I had to write about it. i’m sure you all understand that need.
I hear whispers through sunlight / leaves signing / in the language of wind, / to the beat / of a fluent heart. Secrets spoken / between …
Another Earth song; for those who are between.
A holy child waits / beneath the mango tree, / a star in one hand / his heart in the other. The moon is well fed this night / and struts h…
Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace / stroking the oak by the old wooden gate / guided by trust to my lover’s embrace / pouring my hea…
A Ballade I wrote last year for a contest. / I thought Christmas and the spirit of, was a good time to share this one. / Even in one doesn’t believe in a creator god, this poem, for me, is more about believing in the people, nature, and all of life around us in the day to day that teach, inspire, and share love their wisdom and love – the gifts of inside, outside. / Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! / xoxoxo
There is a barrel in the sea / in an ocean patched with earth / made of wood and every star. A golden urn dressed up in mud, / spun with …
I have been lost in my Rumi the last 2 days; and have written 5 poems so far, between then and now: I can’t seem to stop. they are all Rumi inspired, so I thought I’d post them each day until I’m done. / This is the first.
Bathe me in light / no water needed / to cleanse your thoughts / of me relinquish soil / from dirty palms / and fruit / from broken tree / ...
This is another of the flood of 17 poems that rushed out tht day in 2007 I started writing poetry again after a 15 year hiatus.
So many to choose from / the light was Deafening
This mans work is so inspiring for me. / Every time I visit I just can’t help myslef.. / His name is Krzysztof Wladyka / and the piece out of his series called..*, and each piece is called *- / remarkable sense of humor and realism..
The non-Sense from no- Sense / and the Need to call
Inspired again by Vasile Stans Art and in particular his last three pieces The Fire From Within and the written piece that accompanies this art and The Call and the answer He brought me back to my first mentor in my life Carlos Castaneda (I like this link in describing the author) / In particular he (Carlos Castaneda) managed to talk about the fate of man/womant here in the life of perception. He talked about reaching a state of awareness called Seeing Seeing is a peculiar feeling of knowing, of knowing something without a shadow of doubt. Not looking …but the internalized feeling of seeing how life works to see the qualities of our vibrational true state of Being. I went to Mexico many times on foot to find my dear Mentor I thought I was ready for. This was another turning point in my life. These teachings are what later hooked me so easily into the understandings of the Law Of Attraction and the fact that there Is No Death. Thanks to Vasile and to Carlos C.. (Whom I own my life to.. and that my friends here at RB is another story..!!!) XOXO
I wonder… / if she were to see her own reflection, shining / exponentially, like some great boon from the arc / of her own abstract – / would…
This is a metaphor – surprise! Like everything I write isn’t jam-packed with my favorite poetic device. The tool here being the Female Angler Fish. Did you know, that the pictures you’ve most likely seen of the angler fish, are all female? These big, beginning of time looking beasts; all big jaws and teeth, and a lightbulb lure on top of their head, are all female. the male looks like a tiny, fat guppy. plain as day. To mate, the male sniffs out the female, and attaches itself to the side of her stomach, bites into her flesh with his sharp little teeth, and is slowly absorbed right into her until he is totally gone? His sole purpose is to become her. I thought it so strange and cool that I had to write about it. i’m sure you all understand that need. :)
don’t speak too soon / only violets bloom before the stretching bed of lime. Commencement ceremonies wait / for just the right moment…
My mask is faded and for that I am eternally grateful / So that I am not reminded of it’s wearing / On me
Ribbons and Masks
Sleepless under a foreign sky, Not knowing, or really caring why - I wandered in the morning light, While the day was slowly wak…
Beauty surrounds me / Nature at it’s best / The canvas is clean and pure
I wrote this last September (2008) and had it posted next to a photo. I don’t really know why I never “loaded” it as a writing. I hope you enjoy!
The farm / and the porch light hums / the sound of another / orange dawn. Burnt up – crisp / aching new reaches / of the imag…
A little something on how it all spins around, life upon it’s endless wheel; endlessly playing/recording- lifetime’s living in all times, all when’s, all where’s, all at once. This is my definition of time.
“My being is a siphon; / I stand / in the middle of a moonlit field, / breathing it all in…” K.R Marking her passage / collecting he…
A poem dedicated to the new moon, and seeing all of her beautiful possibilities. :)
In my shell, / Soft inside and kinda squishy
THE LIGHT INSIDE / BY LINAJI /
(The snow is melting. I shake off my chill / with the deftness of fall shoulders / and exit / this dying season… Outside, / pouring fo…
I wrote this back in January for a contest about The Sun, and how it makes you feel. This is what the sun does for me.
An English light of summer drifting towards a school holiday sunset.
A Confounded Letter on sixties holidays.
in the cool goldenness of October / silence is singing / the light into our heart
From the poem-collection “Rainbow poems”
Soon, soon, the trees will drop their many-colored veils, and wash their slender arms in chill breezes, anticipating white-jeweled crowns.
What a treasure of a sunset it was, and I didn’t have a camera!
In my grove i do lay / on this lazy, mystical day. / Many creatures come out to play / and my thoughts they do stray…. So let me please…
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