there is a wave inside my body
a heated flank
a slow tsunami
pulling upward like tongue
or soul
sliding my notes
taking my wounds….
it follows a soothing
determined path
a pink wash sweeping
a dark pink purpose,
it loosens me
it releases me
I glide like wings
melting floss
becoming
a rush
of
clean
water
the opening 5 lines – wow, Ana. beautiful words & art
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Thanks Stacie, You might be on to something there… those first lines are fine by themselves!
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Could feel it? Am I too self conscious?
Yoshiko
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I want you to feel it, I feel it, thats why I write it 🙂
we are meant to feel i think
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Indeed 🙂
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You always manage to find the perfect flow of words for your art.
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🙂 the art falls into place after I have chipped the words out of me usually !
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I love this. Mysterious and moving.
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Thankyou 🙂
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