sunmoonawakening

I am water rushing downhill seeking hollows to pool I find a round space to bed with the moon   one day I awaken my water is hot don’t look they said you will go blind more art ??? http://www.artofkundalini.com    

Child

It’s the way the ocean slides from your eyes Slides over lips still full Rounded and soft for kissing (me) And your arms hang happily never tiring you climbed a mountain child, there you sit an apex A world of beauty born from rust (Infused) with turmeric and sun and these vessels sporting creatures like

The Shame Game

  A game of shame a shame game. Solitaire. I’m game if you’re game are you (game) little rabbit? Can two play? Dirty names Sick, lame, filthy, fat,  shame I’ll show you yours, if you show me mine, SHAME that is. My secret consciousness MINE alone Small and smelly down beneath From mother to daughter

My Heart Pocket

I must say thank you  to the wonderful Jennifer Bullis for her inspiring tribute, created in response to a series of art work I did in which I posed the question ‘What Would Fall Out If The Heart Were A Pocket and We Were Each Turned Upside Down?’ Please pop over at her blog Poetry at the

Dry Water

    Dry…… over nothing not something ……………….. blank look dusty tongue, paper dry underfoot, toes shy away….    ….        ………… too dry. Mind hiding empty fear parched impressions, left here. Falsely still, chalky friction. A void?   Something (forgotten) not nothing…… something rushing, filling, flowing choking not dust but, wet thick

Rain Like Love

Rain like love drop on my fingertip, on the green sliding leaf silver pregnant rain drop on my nose falling love full drops join and frolic silver lost in swirling brown eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again beauty on lashes, before the eyes always changing ,moving water thick with being, too slippery