The Sea Wall

Scattered and exposed

beneath the rolling waves

I am sand surrendering to

the pull of the rolling tide

with no where to hide the

towering waves sweep me

up into the mouth of the beast

who is too weak to hold me

and I am  swallowed by the sea.

 

You are the seawall

a granite buffer between

land and ocean

Hardened with obligation

you stand your ground

when lightning strikes and

breakers crash  you do not

back down.

In your stony silence you

are not afraid and that is

the disparity in you and I.

 

 

Primitive

 Across a velvet backdrop
stars hang like crystals
strewn across the heavens
softly glowing lanterns
encircling tiny tealights
that wax and wane with
the out breath of sighs
dislodged they plummet
a streaking spectrum
in  the heavens
to vanish over mountains
plunge in to the sea
or diffidently fade into
a dark horizon
we are like the ocean
ebbing and flowing,
tumbling waves of unrest
altering course or still
as tide pools
hostage to the moon
until the heat of night
inflames our primal hearts
come out, ignite, be the fire.

 

 

 

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art by Karol Bak

Islamorada

This morning  I threw wide
that carved door of souvenirs.
The scent of sandal wood
filled the air and  missing
you was a stone bruise.
Tonight  I will walk down
to the shore,  that galaxy
of pearls and tumbling  waves
of frothy champagne.
The mangroves are filled with
flickers and blooms and the
sky glimmers with silvery mirth.
I could stay here until Spring among
the  honey cake dunes and not think
of you at all.

 

renesoto

google art

 

Apple Woman

A hummingbird is etched
at the nape of her neck
between a shiver of shoulders,
it hovers like a tiny moon
over cruets of honeysuckle.
Her mind is a cutlass of emotion
a chisel of shame or the begging tongue
of a feline feral.
Unheralded breasts perched on pale slopes
defeat and yet define her.
Her apple heart harbors man
whose anger is a ligature winding.
Its beat is a warm river of release
or a bleed across a torn canvas.

 

shoulder tattoo

Tattoo by tatuajestatua

 

 

 

For Pablo

When I came for you
I was not searching.
Wild and beautiful your
lids heavy with desire
I sipped Santiago raindrops
from your tongue  and
salt-rose tears fell from
my eyes.
At the hour of  departure my heart
became a dying bird with
wings unfastened and open.
”unfastened and open” from Pablo Neruda’s poem “A Night On the Island”
A Night on the Island
by Pablo Neruda
I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me the taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us.

forest song

Out here
I can hear the chatter of anxious birds. The wind and rain have shredded their nests. A sudden flight of wings fill wispy petals of clouds passing over.
Wandering further beneath the tall pines I hear their creaking branches stretch like old bones. Needing to be heard, the brittle crunch of leaves beneath my feet make their sound.
A White tail deer watches warily from a grassy knoll, his majestic antlers in silhouette against the splintered rays of sunset. My breath is but a whisper in this sacred place that offers everything and asks for nothing.

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art by Lazada Philipine

Red Dawn

At night we entwine
interlacing tendrils weaving
bodies stretching, limbs
reaching, giving way, every ripple
replicated in the amber sand.
Nights are as sweet as dew drops
on a rose and each breath is a vow.
A silent Oracle I inscribe Arabesque
across the grain of your skin
so that when you wake
you will remember.

Princess Blue Holly – 2

PBH super hero, advocate for the earth, animals, assault on women (and men) eco crimes etc. is getting quite a following and (quote unquote Resa) “She will clean one’s clock w/ titanium boots featuring retracting needles loaded with concentrated poison berry venom.” So, please enjoy the amazing artwork of Resa and get on the bandwagon. Princess Blue Holly.

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Princess Blue Holly is the first Superhero who changes outfits, crime dependant!

Above: Princess Blue Holly avenges Crimes Against Animalsin her Cat-O-Nine Tails ensemble. The 9 tails braid themselves into 1 tail in the back, when not in use. Best not to get lashed with a tail! The ends are equipped w/ spiny holly leaves & poison berries. Scratches, with berry juice seeping in, will make you see the light.

It all began with Crazy Free Art to music. I wanted to draw PBH, but she already has an outfit. I went renegade, & just did what I felt like. It’s scribbly, but we thought this could be an outfit to avenge Eco Crimes, Monsanto specifically!

Holly & I are working on PBH, together. Click on the poem, and visit her blog!

Below: Princess Blue Holly decks out for a night of fighting Crimes in a City’s Dark…

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Pagan Dreams

In dreams my

spirit guide is a Peregrine Falcon

with  wings open wide still

I never fly over  ancient

pathways of quilted fields or

deep woods of amber resin.

Even in dreams  I concede

I am not a  bird but never

really earthbound.

 

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art by Karol Bak