...the undulating and pulsating embrace that moistens our bodies and… / we are deafened by its amazing whisper!
Sometimes a soft wind blows… and occassionally…
Beautiful is the breeze that changes the stars!
...your fingers draw masterpieces on my body, / wetting my skin and my apetite, ...
Lust.. love…oh the power!
They break like dawn into the ache of other’s lives. They move without self-reproachment, without doubt. Look for this. / Look for them…
I used to, selfishly, count the times I was touched. Now, I count the times I reach out to touch. I don’t get it right all the time. But I’m aware, that helps. I’m a work in progress
we swallow the world in / our dazzling array, our / silent symphony, and then / bring the nectar dripping from / our married fingers to sweet…
A night where she saved me with music.
It started with a question / Sinewy, intangible / Sparking the air like current in water / Pulling us downward beyond ourselves Our finge…
I wanted to write something a little more on the romantic side…though I’m not an explicit person…and subtlety is my nature, so I didn’t just outright speak of love. I just hinted it in the motion of water.
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Breathtaking / Spellbinding / Majestic Glory Such is the beginning of the new day
When viewing another brilliant work from Elaine Harriott I decided to leave a comment, saying how wonderful, breathtaking and amazing it was. / But as I began to write these words, a poem tumbled into the comment box. Thank you for the wonderful inspiration of And As The Sun Came Up… Elaine. I hope you all enjoy this. : )
Head down and arm up, / hand cupped they seek
if nothing else they put your own life into perspective. / That’s gotta be a good thing.
.. of death, of life, of morbundity, morbidity, lollipops, and kittens / Bats wings fluttering above the dew drops, non-lovered smittens / ...
(grin) Can this pass muster for M.I. A.? Let’s find out. No particular song, no, but it was inspired by thoughts as I was dancing, remembering old days in bands, listening to such as Pretty Fly For A White Guy, Boogie Wonderland, Modern Love , Whole Lotta Love, and, finally Word Up .... then I stopped listening, after the first basic few lines drifted in, and came to write instead. Good enough?
/ ~Colored pencil art by: Patsy Lindamood..
we see the flower / inside of every new seed… we see the oceans / in every drop of rain… we feel the power / of your living light …
from the collection ‘Fruit Of Dreams’
_“There is a gravity within that continually weighs on us and pulls us away from the light. Negativity is an addiction to the bleak s…
*this reflected Light / I felt in dream… / a touch offered, / and gladly shared / with you, and we… / wrapping me, / lifting us, / as if you…
It is when you set all the vibrating ideas / Aside, / That spins you like a topsy tervy / Whirling dervish
A collaboration of two Souls..
We’re running out of sunsets / I don’t know if it’s the environmental crisis / Or if they’ve just given up / But their time is short / I kn…
Its as if you’re falling, falling off the edge / Weakening as you descend towards the ground / With only your heart as a parachute / Flying…
disasters of love.
without scars / we would never know / how far we’ve come © Kristin Reynolds 2008
A free-form Senryu I worte last year (but decided to post today thanks to Veritasunsaid, and his latest poem, four stripes) just a little something that says, “Hey, i was here, I survived, and now I’m stronger than hell!”
the truth, floats, down / flutters, falls, on my eyes / I see the real you, past your lies…
truth is truly amazing. it really does set you free.. i hate lies, i wish i could stay away from them but sometimes i too fall in the web of lies and deceit. there are big lies ( i avoid those cos they just bring trouble and shit) and small lies (the ones i tell occasionally) but I prefer the truth though…but its like i said, if you have perfected you poker face (like i have), you can get away with murder. Iv gotten so good at telling lies i can even get away with it from my family and closest friends… but it does take its toll, i feel it in my shoulders, my neck, in my head, my heart and on my skin… and in the lump in my throat, my eyes though, a crystal clear, unfaltering… i hate lying… Thanks to the Dykeenies for the use of some sparkly words (gracias!) :) Featured In Young Ehtusiasts
what connects us? our eyes / our lips / a touch / a kiss perhaps our hands / meeting in the night / your love…my dance / our passionat…
how wonderful unanswered prayers can be
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he walks amongst us / conquering innocent hearts.
We create who we are / from stunted tree-roots / and bird-bones
From me to A. – excerpt from ‘the poetry letters’ - / 12/22/09
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