Tag Archives: soul

words

 

bright words

flat against a dark wall

I close my eyes

the words spring and my soul needles through

weaving an exit

diamond thoughts hang on cotton string

my button

pushed tenderly, brings breath…

skin stretches

my ladder unravels

to earth

I am

a rain of little pebbles

like drops in the sea

touching to form

pockets of

 

sharp and beautiful

I

melt

into light

against the dark wall

surrounded by words

accosted by mouth

blinded by heaven

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Pure Constellations

a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the third of ten poems.

moon

light

tide

touch

cloaked in dirt

stirred by ozone

I am a chorus of stars

a clarity of pulsing tone

old kings may issue from golden tombs

lit by the fire of pure constellations

faded ink may roar bloody fear

but i am only

thought

bottled

and glass planets circle me

there is nothing here in this toy kingdom

in this smelter for colour

nothing but a

fragrant  exhalation.

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Ardent LOVE

 

 

Ardent love

courses through me like a blind

deluge of ecstasy….

Avidly I open my mouth to be cleansed

It is ASTONISHING

this arresting blaze,

of universe that shows no mercy to me

a cotton candy vessel

David’s still form

towers

in soft stone

being beautiful

Dashing,

Daring,

Delicious,

Divine,

This representation of the most earthly dense thing

imbued with the melody of art

Engages me

Enticing the extra

ordinary

the destined brilliance

of earth spirit balance

my face is a bewildered smile

of trancelike

consciousness

streaming

over leaf

over heals

the messages all lie

in the sky

on pluto’s moons

and inside ice

Haunting me

moving me

shaking and twisting me

This passion is innocent

in its awakened state

I AM Intrigued by colour

I am enthralled by thoughts of soul.

Delicate Glass

 

 

fine water

a lucid glass

a delicate touch

scented crystal

one tear

one diamond perfume curl of

clear lavender

and

sheer, soft,

in my hand

sweet mound

of

shining

tiny boulders

lucid ……….pure

lu m i n o u s

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