~
I rise to meet chance:
Opening my third ear
I conceive instruction,
born awareness.
Agile imagination like a bee
flying at full speed, I am seized
by the silken wire of the Weaver;
my thoughts attach themselves to words,
crochet a recital,
delicate music only the Sun can ignite.
~
~
It’s imperative
when diving for pearls
to keep ones eyes open
say nothing of ones ears.
The glean is subtle,
one must be prepared to go;
deep into the salty darkness,
let tears wash away the debris
thoughtlessly tossed into the ocean womb
where my psyche is developing.
~
My beloved
I hand you my heart
Nimbus cloud pregnant;
Stormy potentiality
Giving birth to a Universe
With each heavenly tear.
While wandering the shadowy understory
seeking the sun,
I ran into a ravenous lion.
Afraid of being eaten alive,
knowing how cats love to taunt their prey,
like heavy petting,
they lick and nibble, playing just rough enough
to exhaust the poor creature into begging for consummation.
I wanted to run
until I noticed the gash in his heart
gushing tears. I went to him
looked into his sky eyes;
tired he yawned, which made me yawn;
and while my eyes were closed
he swallowed me whole.
Electric Love
voluminous blossom
opens her face to the Sun;
swallows fire,
dares to dazzle,
has no fear.
When the rain comes
melting her pretty petals
fall: worthy remains
feed the garden of her blessed beginning.
Tammy Wynette was one of my mother’s favorites when I was a young child. She played this song many times. It opened my heart to fire of God burning in my belly every time I heard it. So, here’s to you mom.
The Sun, and I rise,
carnelian light burns through
slate gray clouds,
Holy Aura Illuminates
the new day.
Distance crow cackles,
like an old crone
laughing madly, while she stirs
tossing in the forbidden,
magic boils over.
Raggedy edged bathroom mirror gleams
like mica, its subdued shine
entices me to focus on my image.
At the kitchen sink I stand
grateful. Fresh water flows
from the spigot fountain
cool liquid sparklers
spill down my throat.
Into the day I soar, like a
mockingbird, Mimus polyglottos,
many tongued mimic, I seek Self.
Flowerbeds mulched, I eat
cold watermelon, juicy,
make sweet love standing in the rain.
Honeybees buzz around. Thrust
their faces deep inside moist petals
ravishing hollyhock blossoms,
sticky stem bouncing,
warm nectar streams down my thighs.
Luminous dragons fly,
mystic dancer
skitters across water
taps, her wand tickles,
sentient mirror
transforming into stars.
~
Firefly seduction
Amorous light
Ushers summertime in.
~
This airy faerie piece was inspired by picture it & write prompt #29.
~
Pregnant moon belly lifts
dancing orbs whisper
remember your wings.
Warm star fingers raise
awareness
urge inspiring birth
of a faerie.
~
~
sky crying sunshine
solar lamps dull
growing gardens gulp
~
