Luminous Dreams

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Saturday, February 16, 2008

Lithium Dreams

Where do you venture in the night under the covers of lithium dreams? Are you transformed into a Grecian god standing erect pulling the strings of your blonde in-laid crossbow? Do your feet feel the plushness of persian carpets at the Las Vegas casino as you collect your winnings? Does the wind... Sign in to see full entry.

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Laura

by chance, our lives intersected in a yoga class last summer how strange after years and lifetimes apart afterwards, over coffee we reminisced you said we were "best friends" in miss ryan's third grade class so inseparable the teacher had to split us apart for too much talking and now you live in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Sublime Love

Was there ever a more sublime love than the one bestowed upon me? Has a mate shown such devotion to make the heavens decree? This earthly love is beyond any that came before These two hearts enmeshed fused, with fire evermore She counts her blessings daily in prayer with bowed head For the love he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Tides of Warmth

washed in tides of warmth memories of you still tingle like drying salt crystals on my skin that remain even after the waves ebb and flow the smiles in your eyes linger and touch mine inviting me to stay there forever beyond eternity the tenderness in your voice wraps me with rapture and echoes in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Tomb for Lost Love

rita's house sits atop a hill the highest point on summer island originally a modest brown cottage she and larry shared he, the love of her life in the prime of his years died suddenly leaving her alone her grief knew no bounds darkness loomed over the hill after a while a caravan of construction... Sign in to see full entry.

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In the Silence of Morning

before the world awakens i like to lie very still and listen to my breathing as the clock ticks birds cackle squirrels scurry across the roof a plane softly roars overhead the heater kicks in my husband snores gently all the while my thoughts gain momentum only to be brought back to my breath in and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 11, 2008

Hieroglyphic Visions

She is the night gallery observer private viewings of works in progress mounted on easels under front window lights Familiar themes and symbols recur and comfort her like old friends seen from the mind’s eye worlds within worlds hieroglyphic visions hollow ebony ghouls floating skulls a translucent... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 10, 2008

When a Poem Surfaces

burrow down to the cavernous depths and there you are apart from the daily routine seconds from what must be done millimeters from the responsible life the poem that surfaces from my gut and heart despite reality reassured i greet it like the most precious, breath-taking moment that it is Sign in to see full entry.

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Missouri Postcard

cows immersed in cooling waters shoulder to shoulder in the shallow pond black and white hides seek relief from the sun's scathing rays in likeness, my mind seething with past sorrows dives into the pool of welcoming nothingness suddenly fireworks explode overhead into geometric brilliance fireflies... Sign in to see full entry.

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Medicinal Hour

and for that hour all of time stood still as we arrived at the gate of sublime sighs together in that perfect of all warm afternoons naked against naked wrapped around each other like leaves about to unfurl motionless except for the beating of our hearts in unison wrapped in a nebulous cloud kisses... Sign in to see full entry.

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the gift is this: the poem writes itself. i am just the instrument and sensory recorder in this universe of divine intelligence. what a wondrous world!

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