As you stand / We swirl around you / You stand strong, firm and with purpose / We yearn to cling to you / To be part of you / To be blessed by…
A spiritual journey of doubt and fear
I’m going / to die now, / just / to become wind And become ,,,
Completely inspired by the photograph Apres Brunch By RedBubble’s Judith Oppenheimer — A poem from “The Integrity of Erotic Poetry” collection & series (Unpublished Work) / Submitted for publication to “In The Moment”:http://www.redbubble.com/groups/in-the-moment Group / / LISTEN TO C.C. READ This poem here / / / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)
She danced like light could sew a picture / Through the needle eyed
This poem is based on and inspired by RedBubble artist Katewah and her image Rosie’s Faerie / Please support this image and poem by commenting here and here too A macro photograph of a tapestry made by her mother and now on her daughter’s wall.
Raise your banners / Hold them high above your heads / Tell them I am coming! To conquer, not be conquored / To give life, not to bring d…
The feeling, the love / the sincerity in every kiss / taken as slowly as they dance / so breathe this in: wonderment / an innocent beautiful …
get out of it what you will…
When the sky defines / The water of love’s mind … / I will enter you
This poem was inspired by the photograph titled Blue Sunset / By RedBubble artist Anne Staub
Now hear the womb of one’s motherhood bare
This poem was inspired by more than the photograph below, but by the entire series of events experienced, given, and in turn received by the amzaing love and support of the RedBubble.com community of artist. Having stated this, I can now say: / This poem was Poem inspired by Photography piece (seen here below) titled My daughter in law by RedBubble artist Antanas / - / PLEASE Leave a comment (I love them I love them a lot) here as well as on the Antanas’s page where this photographic work is post by the artist for commenting and also as a card (I think)
Come travel with me down this dark lonely road / The is the road to Valhala / A road littered with 50 million corpse of young brave men / Fo…
They say change is coming! It comes. / Like a thief in the darkest of nights / Or, a hurricane, whenever it pleases. / knocking you down,...
they know that special place…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieses are extracted from my book of prose, “50 Truths and 50 Lies, the First 50 years.” Available From
The black and whites of forgotten nights / Is all I want to see tonight / A classic sadness in your eyes / Reminds me of another life
Its a nostalgic poem about miss opportunities of love seen in black and white photos.
An ode to Robin Fortin Our most naked sense / ‘touched’ so… / / ... little we know
An ode to Robin Fortin A RedBubble artist has died, yet imagine. Here I discovered her work. And in memoriam I was moved by a chill in my spine to write this with a quivering blast of breath. My gratitude felt touched. And so here, with this little poem, I wish to give ode the importance of an artist’s life, and living work.
her eyes glow
my first try. / feel free to critique(:
She visited -fleeting photograph / Radiant smile
The poet finds his muse but only in a photograph.
There was no ceremonial salute for the child that I admired / No fancy cars or limousines, only his presence was required / The night was …
A short story, a poem, one you will read over and over again. Nancy
Whatever we project is returned to us because that which we focus on we give power to… it is the power of intention
Featured Writing 24 October 2009 / First Things Featured Writing 30 October 2009 / Multiracial Beauty My literary works and images do not belong to the public domain and may not be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without my express written authorization. Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved / 16 October 2009 / Ourjrny / The Heart Within the Art / Journey with Spirit
I tried to focus my lens on the drops of dew so apparently clear on the autumn leave. It was spectacularly define through my lens no than…
A short story about a photographer who almost gives up on his passion. Then he sees a girl on a rainy day through the lens of his camera. He thinks she is pretty but little does he know just how pretty she is.
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