life is my pleasure
unremarkable, determined thoughts driving into
the calm, fertile bay of cosmic consciousness.
It is purity sweeping over me
interrupted only by
hot pebbles rolling
in my shoulders and hips,
thick and wet
parting , breasting , gliding , angling
on it’s rambunctious journey
flexed green toes
with god’s eyes
peeking over cups of sun
minds like water….
knots are unravelling, unconvincingly tied in the first place,
clots draining away
till the sickness is nought but a dribble
a coagulating puddle of tar
used for other unnecessary things…..
becoming a whirlwind of gradual pleasure
Hello there, Just interrupting normal erratic poetry postings to let you know about something pretty darn cool
but only IF you are in the mood for some……
Sometimes when we are on a conscious journey of self-discovery we hit a kind of plateau where
although we KNOW something needs to give we not sure what or how to go about it.
Well I have put together a course which involves 30 days of diligence in order to shift your sticky bits 😉 and help you get on with this phenomenon called life.
The program involves tasks, art related and otherwise, focused thought and much much more…come through on this link to watch me ramble on some videos and read more about it 🙂
no superficial thing….
letters sink into paper like fingers into skin
paper receives ink like cells inhale connection
it is absorption
it is beautiful
it is magic
when reduced to love
our density falls away
games involving firewood
result in splinters
the ants go marching one by one
THE ANTS GO MARCHING ONE BY ONE….
floored by lino and valium her apron is stuck between her legs
crumpled and damp
tense air on slack cheeks
he is gone and he is still here slapping her rightness in the face
those were some hairy hands
she remembered when they glimmered light with certainty
rubbing off in subtle patterns
delicious and secretive
telling stories of church bells and worn stone, folding like sugar creme
turning up the heat.
wind this city down, clip the folders shut, bring adventure to a close
a directive not a soothing
a belt not a swing
a confine not a win
and we are laughing on clouds with our feet dangling in a robust swamp brimming with colour and life.
Hi everyone thought I would regale you of this opportunity to showcase your work 🙂 at the same time as tell you I am in this edition.
Actually I was a winner in their comp so will be in a few upcoming editions.
Enter your work or simply ENJOY!
Sibyl Magazine: For the Spirit and Soul of Woman
Sibella Poetry Magazine: Poetry To Set the Soul Aflame