My white body
coated like cake
my heart stretched
against dancing ribs
crying and pushing at quantum buttons.
This metaphoric desperation
forms storm cells
and knighted beings
create artworks on my knees.
I am moving me forward
mind cracked and allowing
a vessel,
a heat machine, self perpetuated,
momentum keeping it strong.
Inner walls are sliding, a freakish velocity of
swirling contents
pigmented
with inspired action
plucked from a point
of connected vibration.
My dusted skin is priceless and my head prickles and burns
and then…. THEN!
I am made leopard as the clouds release their scent
and finally
I can breathe
YES
I am nothing
no more than moving air
Your poem is beautiful Arna, just like your sweet spirit. I thank you and feel blessed you came into my life. Happy Valentines day to you. 😊❤️😊❤️😊
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🙂 thankyou xxx
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Awesome 🙂
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thanks 🙂
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Such a crescendo in these lines building to a complete view of the drawing.
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thankyou Charles. It did seem to have a life that needed living
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Enchanting words.
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thankyou
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Ah, you are something all right. I wait too long for you to write, Poet! But I am always so happy when you return, it is such a gift – and you never ever disappoint.
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thank you master, I am feeling the poetic urges at the moment 🙂 Just been making some money with my art (which is a dream come true) so forgetting my word health! realising i must do both to keep some sanity (HAHAHA) about me
xxX
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breath-taking … words & image
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Thanks a lot for your comment 🙂
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mystical in a sense but internally i’d say. nicely done.
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🙂 🙂
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It’s good to see you back, Anna. Lovely words. 🙂
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thanks xx
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Boy, have I ever missed reading you…so delicious.
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I was JUST thinking about you
I was scribbling around with another naked cello player (metaphorically speaking 😉 ) well actually sort a kind of real, on paper with my pencil.
how ARE YOU? XXX
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I think all cellists are naked…metaphorically, at least…lol. The cello is, in my opinion, the perfect instrument. Made from the soul of a tree and strung with heartstrings, it is.
I have been well. Busy, but stuff has settled down now. 🙂 And you?
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seem to be really busy, but learning to slow my heart rate down 😉 lots of art lots of children growing up leaving home lots of spiritual and emotional epiphanies
deciding to be a deliberate creator so lots of gentle personal persuasion to sat cool and aligned. raining now which we need very very very much. it must be snowing where you are though.
talking to my friend about going to alaska next year is that a long way from where you live?
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words
stretching
boundaries
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:)))))))))))
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