From Man To Woman

From Man to Woman                                                 Arna Baartz *2006   Beautiful and kind heart open wide like womb or time, soft edges undefined. Man is here wants to be loved we see…..to exist is all. Making the rough the tough spearhead, the phallic reaching, mother womb fertile fields a sad man’s tomb. A question soft and true;

Flower Skin

Love Swept The Breeze Away

  Fresh and cool it entered then swayed and left, or seemed to, me and you, the saddest flowers in the sun. But the heat that kissed the space just above my skin told me the truth I didn’t know until then. Time entered and sighed and I listened so hard, I pressed my ear

Noah’s Boat

‘GO’ God said ‘DO the thing, two by two and you.’ ‘Do I have to?’ Noah cried. ‘I don’t like animals, I don’t want to put Mrs. Noah in my boat. I just want to watch the sun come out alone. All by myself, I want to float, on the top of the world just

Two Weeks

Two weeks, aeons when succumbing to the insanity of Love. Two weeks of yearning buzz, confused bee’s flutter in the chest while ivy struggles for clear path. Two weeks of living, incomplete, drenched existence stormy child frightened, dying. Meeting oneself on a muddy track, holding back, not holding back. A jungle of a life time

The Artist

earth lives in wet caress like polished drops of orange sun that slide and mould the contours  of my soul you are a sculptor my breasts are clay that cry and move, your push and pull sucks me into being, thumbs press and stretch like God and water flows in open pores like moody tears