The mango goddess
composes
a symphony
of sound


incubates
a moment
sprays
a vision


desseminates
within the heart


as smooth petals
of truth
ooze
gorgeous
pain.



Jenni.

Silken pleasure
glides across
the contours

Visionscape unfolds
as colour builds
in gentle breath

Mixing elements
from within
her heart

Canvas embraces
her touch
in esctacy



She steps back to see her work, smiles, as sunlight falls across her beauty, desiring to hold her close.



Sherrie.

Sitting , wondering,
just what this is.
Hearing a reflection,
darkest secret wants,
shone back to me.

Did I dream this?

Inner heart,
weakens with
tangible truths.
Time flows fluid
surrounding reality.

How are my thoughts heard?

Essential truths
delivered and received
with a nod of agreement.
Unravelled, unsure and yet,
forever altered.

This journey hasn't begun.

my sister

These are awesome keep it going girl

Ohhhhhhhhhhh i'll sit a bit,,, Beauty surrounds me,,,,

(((Lee))) As always, I am in awe. Your like a fountain of youth. Always so refreshing to drink from!!! I'm always wanting more!

A catch of breath
a silent tear
slides slowly
onto yesterday.

A pause in beat
of softened heart
hears echoes
of tomorrow.


A spoken truth
a borrowed eye
sees all is as
it should be.

Coming Home.

Inside this frame lives

an ocean deeper than imagination
a chasm vast and lost in time
a forest of hope growing free
a windswept desert of pasts
a rainbow of dreams refracted in light
a songbird carrolling her delights
every galaxy beyond the reaching stars
new dawns golden in their love

Inside this frame lives

a premature baby
a young child
a nubile girl
a new mother
an emerging woman
an old crone
a beating heart.

Inside this frame lives

me.

A vision of beauty... body, soul and mind


Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Entwining in the mists of heat
................sudden gasps of enflamed skin
Torturously slow purposeful touch
................ barely contained sounds
Slightest of breath upon these lips
.................yearning for abandonment

Electric heartbeat bursting forth
.................union of rhythm found
Contagious lust within both souls
.................with thrilling perfection.
No beginning, no ending, all as one
.................sated hunger releasing hold.

the kiln door opens
my glasses steam
making it hard to see

within there are
molten vessels
dripping multicolored glazes

in between
the potter's thoughts
and enthusiasts' secret wishes

is cradled Pele's fire
a heat which will
envelope and purify
with intensity

pull me tight in to
this bed of coals
so i can fly free
for i burn to live



so hot

may I sit with you awhile?

Vulnerable
Fearful
Suspicious
With-holding
Closed

Shedding
Stripping
Casting
Leaving
Relinquishing

Opening
Allowing
Receiving
Accepting
Giving

Recognising
Breathing
Believing
Wanting
Being

Excited
Prepared
Forgiven
Peaceful
Calm

Whole.

Loving
Kind
Soulful
Blessed
and in awe once again,,,

Love

Jess, I took the time out to read this thread and all of those were good, whether be your own or someone else's you wanted to share. I could tell which ones were yours. But as far as that ninth grader quote, I can't remember my poems at all after I write them. I am blind to paper when it comes to writing anything, but after I have written something and look at the finished work, then I get amazed sometimes myself that I wrote that particular piece. Keep up the good work.

past the jagged peaks
of sierra locos
i gaze

past where this crust is torn
fashioned by history
like fossil teeth of
Tyrannosaurus Rex

the amazing view is
clouds and blue air
and horizon and
emerald water
teeming with life

i would push that horizon
for days, months & years
and skim my smooth flat stone
23 skips on a warm quiet pond

i would gather wild tropical fruit
and share its inspirational
fragrance and taste
not found in the market

i would make camp here
because it is dangerous
and exposed
from where you can go
any direction
but sadly all paths from here
descend

Arrested movements,
Breathless landscape, slumbers fitfully
Beads of sweat follow contours
Etched from life itself.

Damp air thick with heat
Building tension upon horizons
Furtive glances, and measured thoughts
Pausing in turbulent anticipation.

Fine hairs raise upon electric currents
As the promise of sweet relief draws near.
Thick air cut with swathes of desire
Yearning for redemption.




Summer Storms.

Did you see?
Did you look?
Was it with your eyes?
Or with your soul?

The blinds were up
For but an instant
And there she stood
In all her purity.

Did you see?
Did you look?
Was it with your eyes?
Or with your soul?

She holds herself
Contained and safe.
She gave the key
To her being.

Did you see?
Did you look?
Was it with your eyes?
Or with your soul?

Such precious trust
Bestowed with honour.
Naked and stripped bare
Showing her soul.

Did you see?
Did you look?
Was it with your eyes?
Or with your soul?


I think not.