…the dress hugged her body like a child to mother’s bosom, comforting every curve…
hair and makeup skillfully applied, grand masterpiece of illusion…
…emotion stood, enticing in streetlight halo, shroud draped and steadfast…
weeks of wear, broken blockade signals fear, knight in shining armor…
…deliverance offered, rescue shines, blinding blue…
secure in silent suffering… grand masterpiece of illusion
“Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.” Jim Harrison At night my terrors are watered by my tearsevery passing second diminishing meI know not what the dawn will bringthe fire that fed on the familiar woodis now all but a mere shadowalong the bare willow boughs, wind sighs softlyam pared […]Lunar … Continue reading Lunar decline — paeansunpluggedblog
Prompt line given by Linda Lee Lyberg and chosen from Poetics: Songs of Unreason DUALITY “In truth each day is a universe in which we are tangled in the light of stars.”- Horses, Jim Harrison In truth each day is a universe in which we are tangled in the light of stars. unknown as potential … Continue reading Duality
By Tim Boiteau He dreamed of erosion—everything smoothed out beneath roaring, gritty winds. The dreams plagued him during the daytime. Pictured his office and coworkers obscured in a dun-colored haze, sanded down in sped-up motion. Walls and clothing unraveling. Desks, computers frail and crumpling. His therapist arranged to meet for a session in the dunes: […]Dream … Continue reading Dream Erosion —
ICONACLASM –
the breaking of established rules,
or destruction of accepted beliefs
It is a common conception that a man can love many women,
And a woman like me, should only love one man…
But is it my fault that they all love me,
And that I love them…
One, whose embrace thrusts me into realms of unbridled ecstasy
Whose slightest touch ripples through my body –
butterflies that send my heart racing
And tingles of desire that arouse my deepest primal lust
A second, whose words lubricate my mind
Such that it churns with ideas and imagination
Such that each thought is an epiphany
And each rumination improves me.
For my world can never be dull with him.
And then there’s a third
We hardly speak, but for lone sequestered words
Words weighted with such consummacy that I become addicted.
We barely touch, but for a graze…
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thunderous skies emit signals wordlessly unimagined energy overtakes known reality spine of Universe shivers unbalancing patterns of assumed supremacy a power waiting…. to teach new methods of existence under water in the air, no mirrors -a sense of self suspended between Consciousness and Real https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/24/quadrille-144-shivering/
emotionsentangled with thoughtswork long-termto createunforgettablepatterns in dreams and action https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/01/25/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-258-themeprompt/
If I had one more heart
I would readily give it to you
And to you, you and
perhaps to you too!
But you see, the one I had, is already taken
Yet everyday, I keep falling in love
unplanned and spontaneously
my senses so easily enraptured
I fall in love with your sunrise
I fall in love with my dusk
I fall in love with traditional cooking
When the heady aromas envelop
I romance aromatic baking
For it brings a smile on my kids’ faces
Makes my home smell heavenly
And store bought cookies replaces
I fall in love with the angelic tangle of arms and legs
now asleep without a care
Whose sibling rivalry and revelry fill my home and heart
As well as my life and soul
I fall in love with your words, your turn of phrase
What you say and what you leave unsaid
I…
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Seehow Irecreaterealityin line with my dreamsconcentrated focushelps erase unwanted stuffsee only what I want to seemove to spaces you failed to fathomit is the power statement of my life https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/24/what-do-you-see-118-january-24-2022/
https://open.spotify.com/episode/3I7swaa8qGukGxzTqBP90Y?si=4d267b36a1dc498e I smash the mirror in which they see themselves. The coating behind is not metal. It’s an element that creates illusions. I switch off the flattering lights around the mirror, and they are horrified by their own ugliness. Fear grips them. I’m the enemy. I’m the force they need to crush. I’m the iconoclast. … Continue reading Iconoclast
