morning haiku in a new home
fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky
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feverishly I open
Boldly erotic, fiery and courageous am I. In the flow of Life opening my mind, my heart and my legs for God to enter. Feeling the pulsating turgidity of Life, sensual, strong and soft– I yield. Surrendering to a force much greater than me. Feverishly I open allowing God to explode within me.
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nourished by the truth
“Darkness is not a pejorative thing.” ~Naomi Watts I just had this thought: Our moment of hubris, our fall from grace, is not just an ending but a perfect beginning. It is the moment we realize the blessing and curse of our own mortality and this end of innocence brings us to the truth of…
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Unending Love [toi et moi pour toujours, mon amour]
Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age,…
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a haiku of closure
the world, awash in moonlight. just one month later, you seem like a distant dream
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | inspiration | photography | poetry | projects | the delicious now | videobricolage project day 13 [jungle]
The book sitting closest to me this morning was The Poetry of Pablo Neruda so today’s word comes from that. The word is jungle. Such a vivid image gets conjured in my imagination with that word. Shadows, panthers, scary things that might kill me. Places unknown. I don’t feel like writing today. Just playing with…
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i will wear gloves
the moon is full once again painting her beauty on the lawn the honeysuckle has come back in full force her skirts kissed by hummingbirds each morning the stairs still creak with busy feet up and down so many times every day it’s warmer now but the light is fading soon, my hands will be…
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