I’ve carried you this far, my Love, watched your colours fade… I lay you down upon the grass as seas below us rage. Your hand falls gen…
The simplest things in creation are blessings and I hope that I always see them this way
This poem was featured in Freedom To Shine The simplest things in creation are blessings and I hope that I always see them this way. Please do not print or repost this poem anywhere without my permission. This poem is from my book, Heaven’s Champagne. / Order from Amazon.com
Dawn has always been my favourite time of day. I love the quiet, the sense of peace and of being the only one awake to appreciate the beauty. This poem was inspired by my love of dawn and also my image below. At the Edge of Infinity She Breathes By Lallymac This written work and associated image is copyrighted and owned by the artist, Nicole Mackay. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any type of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is prohibited. © Copyright – all rights reserved
Does he know you howl at quarter moons? Does he know you drew constellations in black ink on my skin?
the words… from mariposa i hope this piece is the beginning of something that i can go back to later… prompted by flash fiction’s latest challenge, that i interpreted as being full of desperation, needing to say something and only having an envelope and a splash of ink to get the words out.
...clinging to his wordless silhouette
Yes the jasmine is blooming and sometimes you just need to write the damn dream down.
...and we kissed again / and we lit up like a torch. / The torch of passion. The flames / roaring, roaring, roaring / like wildfire / acro…
Inner Sun
Grab / A hold / Of the sun – / Ride it towards death; / Swallow its essence and become / The reason you are reborn, amid lifetimes of clouds… ...
I’m feeling sunshine today. :) This is a Fibonacci Form poem, about living life to the fullest! and Going for your dreams…and overcoming all obstacles…
“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. :)
She is hardly worth the effort. / With all her barbs and self- / proclaimed lunacy, / egotistical tantric’isms, / and unabashed darkness. / ...
A bitter little pill I wrote a couple of months ago…Feeling it today. Hard.
they say God created angels from / eternity itself, that they exist not / in time but of time, caught in the twilight / between the tempo…
this smile tells me the one thing I’ve always wanted to hear better then words ever could.
I hate this so much, i wish, i wish, i wish…
My children have gone to school / my husband has gone to work / I’m alone in my house / alone with my thoughts I am tired, oh so tired of…
On my mother’s side, we have a long history of diabetes and depression. After my mother died I fell in a great depression and this is what I wrote. It is about the fight I had within with diabetes and depression and of course, my grief dealing with my mother’s death at that time. At this moment I don’t feel those feelings as strongly, but it is because I usually try to block out those memories. They are too painful. I had a hard time translating this one into English, not because of the words, but because my feelings were put out in the open again, though in about four more months it will be 13 years since she died. The poem may not make much sence, but it does to me. It deals with two topics, depression which she also suffered and diabetes. The complications were terrible and she wouldn’t sleep at all, so we were up taking turns 24/7 taking care of her. I love you Mom. Iris
A story has come to be unraveled / it has only just begun / it is the story of a warrior / the son of the African Sun / The cries of the voi…
/ This poem was inspired by a fellow bubbler’s heart and soul and I was given permission from him to use his poems and a journal about his life to get his essence together and to put it into a storytelling poem. Some parts are part of my imagination, others a part of his and other parts are true to what he is and what made him what he is today. I hope he likes it…..........Well, I posted this yesterday and today he read it. He liked it. So, now I feel free to say that his name is Jonathan Carrick, jono, Raven Ice. Upon reading it pepper08 was inspired to make this beautiful image for the poem. Thank you Pepper. To appreciate the larger view, and the two other images that were inspired by her, click here Pepper08 / You will also see her other amazing works.
I am your sun / Each morning I shall awaken you
a poem written 12 years ago. I have a stack…. made more poigniant by the fact I’m playing the leading role in Miss Saigon which opens next week. Little did I know I’d be singing a song titled, “The Sun and the Moon” 12 years later.
No lone journey this / Golden bus on sloping hill / Will sweep up again / No need to try and change it / You cannot escape the sun Oh no, ...
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello here. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! / Bus
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
it was a Wednesday / the sun rose / on a cold December day / the mid-wife delivered her / born in a small bedroom / with her father in attenda…
When cast upon this hostile shore / I didn’t lose my faith nor curse / This nutshell opened up for me / Lorenzo’s painted universe
I started writing short verses for a series of paintings: “Eighteen Images in Search of a Poet” by Lorenzo Castello. / If you haven’t seen the Tanka verses, also written for this series by Jane Solomon, they are well worth a read, as are a number of other lovely poems by various artists which you’ll find as comments on the images. / I decided to join my verses together as one long and semi-cohesive poem, the meter is not consistent because I wrote a number of these as stand alone verses and had already posted them as comments. I have tried to tie them in and I think it works after a few reads to get the rhythm sorted. I have also recorded it right here I’d like to thank Lorenzo for the inspiration and for permission to include his wonderful images here. Click the images for a better view 1/18 / 2/18 / 3/18 / 4/18 / 5/18 / 6/18 / 7/18 / 8/18 / 9/18 / 10/18 / 11/18 / 12/18 / 13/18 / 14/18 / 15/18 / 16/18 / 17/18 / 18/18 /
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…
We are all gathering / don’t you know I love what you bring / sunshine / you make me happy.
HOOKED ON CYBER CRACK. TIME TO FEEL THE SUN AGAIN. GOING COLD TURKEY….......
INSPIRED BY THE REALIZATION THAT LIFE IS GOOD AND I NEED TO RECONNECT WITH REALITY….......
You are my soul, my sun / I am your ever-changing moon / My yearning spirit longingly calls out / I feel my body moving steadily towards yo…
Inspired by the beautiful and magical artwork of doreen01 / here
She lay quietly, glistening, / the stars of her skin twinkle as his fingers pass / and he wonders what universe her mind is in / as he feels…
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