ANN SENDLEWSKI
I am greatly influenced by my many years of studying the classical and medieval periods. In my spare time, I am writing an historical fiction on 15th century Spain. I have a couple of pieces in the winter edition of the MAG, and a flash, in the February edition of "Apollo’s Lyre."
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AWAKENINGS
Purple hearts and green tapestries fill the wooden box
dreams of yesterday and beyond
hopes and seamless gestures set apart the open realm,
welcoming few to gain its scriptured Art
nestled between,
wanton cries of desire, and zeal to win the crown
the torch is held to come hither
into the palm of Mankind
In this place, bandaids are given to broken hearts
and voice to meek glances
Yes, in this place of Art and Prayer
Echoes of yesterday are given voice, and painted pictures stand fitted for frames
The wooden box of purple tapestries and green hearts, laughs a quiet yawn
alighted with treasure.
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UNTITLED
I took a magnifying glass to colored words in design
and read contoured lines moving this way and that
heard chanted words, though no music
from a man who knows the path
of suffering
My heart smiled knowing,
my spirit flies freely above clamored dust in ruins,
above suffering felt in the name of high mindedness
it soothes my soul in royal blessing
to read the honey of his lesson.
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DESTINY'S TIME
Before the beginning of time, and after dawnings' light cleared the storming rage in the sky, Astor and Aria became the land's inhabitants. With them, they brought the children of the Earth that the Muses bestowed. They moved the rock that sheltered them in the cave, and came to live in the land. They fed the animals and plants that came to dwell in their land. They built huts and living quarters from living things that ornamented the land. Soon, Aria and Astor also became parents to their own offspring impregnated by the light of Astor's light. Aria's stomach became swollen, and Astor, like a heartwarming father, caressed and held his wife's hand as she brought forth their baby. Their children played the harp, and sang a soft tune as the baby entered their lives. The Muses danced in delight to each of Aria's pains as they felt them too. They knew that a blessed child would peek through to the new land and they celebr! ated at the peak of each pain. They danced melodiously through the night of Aria's toil. Astor held her hand tightly and sang a prayer of peace. Aria didn't shed a tear, but held on to Astor's hand for she knew that the light encircled around her people was a gift of love from high above. After hours of pain, a little cry was heard. The Muses stopped their dance, and the children ceased their song and looked toward their parents. Astor held his son up high for all to see. And he brought the children closer to see the baby and their mother. The Muses adorned the boy with living grace, and each child bestowed an ancient verse from memory as a gift to the boy. The animals came close to graze upon the grass. With each bite, they looked up in the direction of the blessed birth. The mountains in the distance echoed Astor's joy as he celebrated his gift of new life, and the birds in the air flew melodiously before the crack of dawn. Then at the light of dawn, her r! ose colored fingertips of morning carried a deeper rose colored hue th at greeted the azure sky.
The Muses sand in unison to Astor and Aria and the children:
"We leave you now, but forever will we and the light above remain in your minds. Remember this day, remember that when all else fails that light and ancient verse will see you through. Enemies in years to come may invade the land that was given to you. Remember we live in your minds and your light comes from God inscribed to be true by His Prophets in the ancient book of life. Forever will we live in your hearts and minds, in your childrens' and the generations to come that follow them.
"Keep your children focused in life for they bear the light infused from above. Teach them to love the animals that roam freely on this land, and the music as it flows through the air. They will learn ancient script as it becomes welcoming light etched in their minds. They'll become blueprints of the future and hold the torch for generations to come." The Muses then departed smiling big smiles though soft cries were heard, a tear could be seen. The Muses gave a departing blessing in the distance. They held their right arms up high into the air, and soft singing verse could be heard in the air. As they gave their final blessing the sun greeted the day and the blue sky was adorned with birds as they flew in the air.
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King Gar put down his book and looked out to the people that covered the grass. His hair, a curly white was flanked by a golden crown above his head. Nymphs from the woods stood by the large oak trees that adorned the grass and sang to the stringing of their lyres. They wore soft sheer white dresses that adorned their shapes, and stood upon the large roots that rooted out from the trees. The oaks seemed so tall that they almost touched the sky. If one listened real close, they looked in delight as the gentle breeze that blew stirred them just so that many thought they heard their delight. The nymphs from the woods giggled dancing to the stringing of the lyres. They clasped one another's hands and danced along around in a circle, around and around the danced in a circle. The curls of their hair sprang into the air. King Gar stood on top of the grove, and spoke to the crowd that gathered to hear his words.
"This is the book that I always read from. It's an ancient book that was given to us at the beginning of our time. At the beginning of time, when Aria and Astor flew in the sky, Astor came in the night as if an angel from God to carry Aria from the great pop of darkness in the sky. We celebrate all the loving things Aria and Astor gave up to be our parents in this new land from the beginning of time. The waterfalls that you hear softly falling like music in the distance, that is water from the tears Aria cried on the night of their journey. The music, the harps, lyres and sweet music flowing we owe to the echo of laughter from Astor's sweet voice."
Just then, the nymphs of the woods stopped their dance and the stringing of their lyres ceased. They pushed themselves up upon the roots of the oak trees. They gently caressed the moss that grew upon the trees and a couple of nymphs giggled to one another. Their hair, adorned by flowers from the ajoining gardens, flowed gently down their backs. Once they were rested they continued on with their lyres, gently stringing each note as if accompanying King Gars' words.
"Astor and Aria are our first teachers. From their ancient script, we learn the rules set down for this land. It was etched by the light of their minds inscribed by the grace of their hearts. The impending enemy that lurks behind the greatness of the mountains surrounding our kingdom, as told to us by our neighbors of the woods is days away from our land. Hold tight my people and hold on to the ancient script, and verse as taught and brought down from the generations that came before us. Keep the circle of light foremost in your minds as the enemy approaches and know this to be true: God above us holds us in the palms of his hands. The light of our minds will be our shield, and we shall write that day upon ancient scroll."
The people in the crowd that ornamented the lawn before the King, sat with eyes glued to his words. The children nestled in their parents arms didn't stir one ounce of a cry but beheld with attentive eyes. In that instance, the birds in the air flew overhead singing sweet song, and the other animals returned to their grazing. Mothers and fathers cuddled their children and pulled out ancient books inscribed by the light of Astor and Aria's minds. Though not a word could be heard, ancient verse was sweetly sung. The children soon nestled off to sleep, and their parents resumed the reading of ancient script. It was then that King Gar knew in his heart everything would be right, and peace would prevail over the enemy's fright.
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MUSE
DESTINY'S TIME I
A Muse whispered in my ear last night. I was lying in bed trying to sleep, but so awake. I could hear breaths of my lover, and he looked like an angel in heavenly sleep. I listened to the wind blowing against the windows, and the chimes outside my window rang as if answering the wind. There I was lying with a hundred thoughts racing through my mind. My body jumped suddenly. You know like the kind of jump when you’re just about to drift into a welcoming sleep. Just as I jumped, a vision danced across my mind. The vision came and went just like the snap of a finger. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was the blackness of the room. I inched closer to my lover hoping his warmness would soothe me to sleep like it did on many occasions. No sooner did I inch closer than I saw a vision of My Muse. I yearned for the warmness of my lover, but when my Muse came to me, my heart ran to hers. She stood on the otherside of the room though I know my eyes were closed. I knew this was a dre!
am so I relaxed my mind to listen to her verse as it flowed against the stringing of a harp. Her lyrics sang to me in peaceful strokes.
My Muse often came to visit me. Sometimes she visited to show me certain periods of my life. Other times, she came to warn me to be careful. She used to scare me, but not anymore. Tonight my Muse wore a serious look, and I could feel her concern. I saw her turn to her side just then, and look behind. Next to her appeared a beautiful lady dressed in golden sheer cloth. Her body was trim and the shape of her dress outlined her womanly figure. Brown tresses bounced upon her forehead, and when she smiled I could see the indent of her dimples. She stood beautiful in her elegance. I knew in my heart that she must have been a friend of my Muse. I was a little scared because I thought they’d whisper a sad verse.
“Don’t be alarmed Aria,” whispered the Muse in my ear though she stood on the other side of the room, “Know what you feel in your heart is true, and hold on to it.” I kept my ear in tune with their verse, and my eyes didn't shift position.
I saw an unlike vision never before seen. I suddenly got scared and felt my body race with warmness. I tried to scream, but nothing would escaped my mouth.
“Let the thought pass, Aria,” the Muses whispered in unison. “Know that the steps you take are true. Though things must come to pass know there is another like you. His book is open to learn his verse.” As they uttered these words, my mind saw a book with large letters. They seemed to jump out. I couldn’t make out what they said.
“Don’t be alarmed Aria. You haven’t learned,” the beautiful Muse in the golden dress whispered. She came closer to me just then and intoned a prayer over my head. She spoke in another language unknown to me, but I knew what she uttered was straight from the heart. My body then began to relax, and held a warmness I could never express. I watched the Muses from afar. For the longest time they danced and sang along to the stringing of a harp, and my heart told me all was good. Soon I drifted further into sleep until I was awakened by the greeting of dawn, and held tight in my lover's arms.
Upon a lyre your Muse strings a verse. I fall to my feet in thankful retreat. She stands against the light of Dawn while her hands sing an ancient song. I begin to speak, but the tone of her strokes quells my speech, and your Muse continues stringing her lyre.
“Hear the music rise and fall like the movement of life.”
She sang above my head. I looked up to her, and felt in awe. Suddenly, by the sound of her music, we traveled to a land far away. I held tight, and didn’t fright. I looked up to her stringing lyre. It continued to play music, but her hands didn’t string a note. Her hands, holding me tight were beautiful, ivory in tone, and her fingers were thin and long. Golden tresses adorned her hair, and complimenting her trim figure, she wore a sheer gown. Her eyes caught my gaze, and held tight. I could see the world dancing in her eyes. I didn’t want to lift my eyes from her gaze, but my heart felt content knowing she led the way.
“Listen to the tones of the earth as they are pure. Breath in the music of your heart, and hold tight and learn new light as it comes your way.”
Upon the ground, I saw little sprites frolicking about. I heard their giggles as they played and danced with one another. I knew this to be a blessed sight. The sprites ran and danced like little children, and in their hands they carried a book of verse.
“See the book they clutch? It’s an ancient etching weaved upon their hearts from the beginning of time. Hold tight to your learning like the Sprites dancing, and you will have a pure heart.”
Soon the tone of The Muse’s lyre changed, and we stood upon green grass, and the sound of streaming water rustled against rocks in the distance. In the air, sweet harps joined the stringing of her lyre. I felt peaceful in the land of your Muse. Never did I wish to retrieve my steps. Your Muse, knowing the thoughts as they entered my head, shook her head.
“Know in your heart this paradise is yours, but you must remain true to your heart. Sing your verse upon the canopy of life. Your verse shall open the door of this paradise. Hold the hand of one singing ancient verse. Know in your heart his verse is true for he writes and sings upon sacred scrolls.”
Soon, I came to learn the words your Muse sang belong to you, and heard your voice singing alto as a verse in my mind. She stood smiling as she turned to part. I wanted to run and tell her to stay, but she waved her hand as a warm gesture in the air. I stood content hearing the words of your verse weaving in my mind.
II
We flew high above the mountain tops, beyond apple groves and hidden marshes, and over rolling hills of an unknown land. The destination of our travels remained hidden between the powdered sky of Heaven above, and the sparkling azure sea of this exotic country. This man appeared from an ancient land. He was foretold earlier to me by my favored Muse. He arrived calling my name in a dream. He stood at the base of my bed looking like an angel in the night. He wasn’t a Muse, but stood handsome in his brown cloak. How he arrived in my dream was beyond my knowledge, but his words sang to me in an urgent verse.
“Aria, Aria it is time for us to depart!”
He called but, I wanted to remain in my lover’s arms. He scared me at his first verse. I thought he arrived to alarm me of terror in the world. I got a calm feeling inside, and I knew everything would be all right.
“His verse, his verse, you shall learn.”
Suddenly, I heard my Muse’s words singing in my ear, but the contour of her beauty couldn’t be seen anywhere. I longed to hear her soothing words, and feel her caressing touches. I knew her from the beginning of my life. My Muse was a part of me, and I knew she was mine.
“Rise high in the sky, over the doom that lurks to fright.”
I felt as though my heart wanted to cry. I tried with all my might to prevent the unfolding terror. I’d wake at night in sweats knowing the dangers seen in my visions. I wanted to stay with the one I loved, and I didn’t want to break the tie of our union.
“You know that can’t be. Rise high above the wind, and fly with another kin.” sang my Muse to the stringing of a lyre. She had tears in her eyes, and her countenance held a concerning hue. I knew to listen to the verse of her words.
“This was foretold before the beginning of time. It was written upon an ancient scroll with sacred light. You know in your heart these words are true.” My Muse raised her arm high as a gestured wave in the air. Her words sang that she would meet me in the new land. She whispered a parting prayer for our journey in the night, and kissed us both before she left in a moment’s time.
I turned to my love just then, and gave him a parting kiss. I whispered in his ear that he would remain in my heart. I blessed him with my tears, and gave him my favored verse under the palm of his hand.
The man stood against the window. He extended his hand to me, and looked like a prince ready to receive the hand of a maiden. Now he wore a royal blue suit that matched his eyes, and his gaze gave my figure an approving smile. His words sang to me in Heavenly verse. The man picked me up, and we began to fly though he never moved, but his arms held me tight. He told me not to look below, because my heart would want to turn back. My body shook in his embrace, and my heart felt every cryptic cry that loomed in the air.
“Your heart will feel shattered for a time, but do not cry.”
The man’s words sang in my ear. I felt the outline of his body against my skin. I didn’t want to hear his verse in my head. He must have sensed my thought because before I knew what was happening, his body filled me with warmth, and my heart felt alive and nourished. We traveled a long journey for an endless time high above the mountain ridges, and over streams below the new ground. The man never stopped singing verses in my ear. He taught me words in an unfamiliar tongue. Over, and over he sang words in my head until I learned them as my own verse. He taught me volumes of ancient writings, and told me the promises of a new land. I asked him his name, but he only smiled.
“You still have much to learn.”
I wondered how he knew what he sang with his heart, and if he knew how his words cleansed my soul from the start. I looked down at my clothes, and saw I wore a sheer white dress with satin ribbons. I felt my hair with my fingers. It was pinned up in golden tresses, and not long and flowing.
“Don’t be alarmed. Know what you feel is true.” rang his words in my ear. In my hand I held a scarf. An embroidered silk verse was sewn across the cloth. The verse was written in ancient writing unknown to me, but I knew the verse was a promise for future life. I knew the man was a part of me now, and I knew he was smarter, and would show me the way.
III
We flew high in the sky, but it seemed we never moved. The air was dark except for the light of the stars that guided our way. As we flew, the man continued to teach me verse, but his lips never bent. I heard his voice as it touched my mind. Without a doubt, we were a union of two minds sharing the same light.
“Look back now Aria. Look back, and see.” He said to me. I had to look at him twice because I was shocked to see words flow from his mouth. His voice sounded like music to my ears, and I wanted to learn more of his verse and language.
I looked behind and saw a huge yellow ball. It felt like the world fell beneath my feet. My heart yearned to return to its source, to green life and love. Uncontrollably, my tears and my grief began to flow. The man with no name held me tighter, and let me grieve. We flew for an endless time, and my grief was consoled by his light. Before I knew it, we flew over an azure sea. The sun woke rubbing her eyes creating a glistening sparkle on the water.
“Aria, look! Your tears brought forth an ocean of sea. Your grief gave birth to life.” His face wore a look of content as he pointed to the water that cascaded softly beneath our feet.
I looked down upon the gleaming sea, and felt its moisture upon my skin. I felt my face, and saw my tears were dried, and I felt mystified. I didn’t shed another tear, but felt life pouring forth from the light of the man’s verse. Further in the distance, mountains popped up on the horizon. In the middle of the sea, a waterfall poured forth from the mountaintops. The morning sun peeked up between the mountains, and extended her golden fingertips across the sky. The rose colored hue of dawn mingled with the blue of the sky, and power puff clouds dotted in a line. The differing hues of color brought forth different keyed sounds of a piano. I giggled from the majestic beauty unfolding before my eyes. The man beside me returned my giggle, and it echoed loudly against the mountain tops. The echo anchored in the stringing of harps and lyres. The music was a tune known by us both, and it filled the air as we flew. Birds of the morning began to greet the day, and the!
ir music was beauty in tune with the orchestration of stringing harps.
“Your laugh brought forth music of the land.” I said to the man as I looked into his eyes. We didn’t have to say a word because what we felt in our hearts was heard in our minds, and the birds chanted in delight.
We came to a clearing filled with greenery. We cascaded down upon the ground. We stood and looked about. I felt my hair fall upon my shoulders, and it came flowing down.
“Aria and Astor come to me,” sang a muse’s voice in the air.
I stood in awe of the man’s name because it sounded like music to my ears. I thanked God in prayer for learning his name. No sooner did the Muse call for us then little children came running toward her. I wasn’t sure if the she was talking to us, or the children, but the Muse soon answered my thought by gesturing Astor and I to come forward.
“Your essence here brings forth light and life. I call your names, and little children come forth. Aria, you learned Astor’s name, and a thankful prayer is poured forth. You both are a blessed pair, and rightly should live your life here amid the beauty, grace and life of God.”
At that moment Astor and I fell to our knees in thankful prayer. We prayed in unison our thankful verse, and chanted in tongues well rehearsed. The children folded their hands, and knelt in tune to our prayer. The Muse stood over us and gave a new life’s blessing.
The Muse, dressed in a sheer gold gown, held a book of verse in one hand. Her hair was ornamented with golden tresses that dangled on her forehead, and as she moved crescent pearls danced lightly upon her neck. She polished her blessing with an inspirational message. Holding her hands in prayer, she chanted in ancient verse, but no voice escaped her lips. Her words fell as light into the minds of everyone. The new light, in combination with the music of the birds, and the running water of the falls placated the air with harmony. The children sat in awe without uttering a word, and Astor and I clung to every spark of verse. In the distance, the stringing of harps and lyres beat in tune with the lyrics of her message.
Before departing, the children flocked to her side. One by one they read from her book of verse, and gathered the Muse bouquets of wild flowers, and offered her a drink from wooden cups. Ancient script was carved along the sides of the cups. It was carved in the language of the Muse, and was etched with an inspirational message.
Suddenly, the light of day was darkened by the moon advancing in front of the sun. The children screamed little cries, music of harps and lyres ceased their song, and birds in the sky flew to nearby harbors. I gathered the children, and searched the ground for Astor wishing him to be at my side.
“Don’t be alarmed little ones,” the Muse sang out loud, “The moon shifted to the side by the explosion in last night’s sky. Give it some time, and it shall pass. Don’t be alarmed but run for warmth.”
The Muse gave a final blessing. She called me and Astor to her side before departing.
“Find shelter in the caves within the mountains. Speak to the children in caring words, and they won’t be afraid of the dark days ahead. Fifty days will come and pass before the light of dawn breathes new light. Only then come forth from your sheltering nests. I must leave now, and grant you both new light.” Again she raised her arm in the air, and whispered a message within our minds. I looked to Astor and knew he heard the same message.
As the Muse turned to leave, her words fell as soft music in my ears, “Hold tight to Astor’s heart for he will lead you to peace and truth’s harmony.” She gazed at me from across the way, smiled, and went on her way.
Astor immediately took charge, and called out as he led the way through the dark,
“Let’s gather the children, and search for food and drink,”
The wind began to stir the trees, and thick dust covered our eyes. Never did I think we would find the caves the Muse described. The wind blew stronger, and every step took labored strength.
“Let’s carry the children for they are too small to bear the weight of the wind.” Astor cried as he swept up two children. I followed his example, and carried two small girls. They fell silent from their cries, and clung to me tightly in fright.
“Think of a peaceful light in your mind Aria. It will guide us on the path.” Astor cried as branches, and small trees started to fly.
“Now! Aria think of peaceful light in your mind.”
I attempted to clear my mind ridding it of clamor and fright. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get a brilliant picture of light. The fright of the moment froze my mind, and all I felt was fear and my cries. Astor immediately came to my side. He tried his best to clam my soul and fright.
“First think of a ball of light within your mind. Once you get this image, hold on to it, and allow it to get bigger. It will guide you and the children to safe ground.” Astor cried as he held the children in his arms. I looked up at Astor then, and beheld the most amazing thing. Around the outside of Astor was a bright white aura. He and the children looked peaceful within this light. Immediately, I could feel my soul placate, and inside my mind I saw a bright ball of light that gradually grew bigger.
“That’s it Aria. You see the ball of light. Hold on to it, and we will find the path that leads to the caves.”
IV
We found a safe haven inside a cave, and immediately fell to our knees in prayer. Astor serve as lead cantor singing his verse, and the rest of us followed suit. Though the cave was dark and dreary, we were guided by the insight within our mind, and it quelled our fright in warm blankets.
“We will all sleep tight together this night, and keep warm by the heat of our bodies. Tomorrow’s first light we’ll find water.” Astor said kissing the small children to sleep. The four children nestled in between us on the damp ground, and we could hear the terror lurking outside. The wind soared, blowing trees against the rocks of the cave. We snuggled close, six souls together.
It was morning, and still no light of dawn dressed in beauty. She remained hidden from the terror that lurked below. Nor, did we have the blessedness of birds’ songs, for they were nestled in safe harbors. We were thirsty for food and water. Immediately, Astor fell in prayer. He sang in tune with ancient verse. The children knelt and began to sing, and I stood in awe of the scene. I sang in my mind the words of the verse. It was then that the children and Astor stopped their prayers, and listen to my cantation.
“Sing out loud Aria, you have a beautiful voice.”
“Not as beautiful as yours Astor. You sing blessed ancient verse.”
“I hear your words inside my mind, and your voice is sweet like morning’s light.” Said Astor’s pleading words. The children looked up to me, and I knew at that moment. Their spirits were much older than mine, and weathered more despair and grief in life’s time. Immediately, I picked up my head and sang in blessed verse. The children looked content by my chanting, and Astor stood singing softly in amazement. By the look on his face, I knew our two hearts were forever joined.
I was nearly finished with my song, when we heard the sound of flowing water in the distance. The children’s eyes were as big as coins, and Astor flew to the source of the stream.
“Aria, and children come! We can drink the water of this stream. If you follow my voice and the light inside your mind, you will find this stream I describe.”
We got up from our knees, and with our mind, and the aid of Astor’s voice, we found the stream of life. We cupped up the water with our hands. It tasted so sweet to the tongue. It fed us to our hearts content. Soon we sat back for a rest. I thought to myself that the children held no names.
“Astor, what shall we call the children?” I asked as the children gazed at us both. Their little eyes told us they felt safe in our shelter.
“Well, we have two boys and two girls. They should have Biblical names for they are blessed.”
I knew what he spoke was true. The children all spoke up at that time. Never did I behold such sweet lyrics. Their voices were gifts to my ears, and I never wanted to stop hearing their cheers. I knew they were destined for a place in the new world. Astor and I were their blessed parents.
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SOLITARY MOMENTS
Here in this haven waiting enchantments' gesture
a bellowed laugh greets my peace
an openhearted nymph chants in ancient verse
threaded upon a golden urn translating through delight's opening
to the beat of a drum, the stringing of a lyre unveiled before us
Wearing tokens, Karikleia omits the fire by the ring of another
and the harp plays her tune as gods clap in unison to her divine grace
the crowd kisses the ground she stands upon waving Egyptian fans to impart delight
the Ancient scroll is read from a golden urn
mother of blessedness she's bestowed mother of Hebrew child
An ancient tapestry etched in gold by men holding Holy books proclaimed the story true.
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CHA CHA MAMA
the cha cha mama sings and dances
snapping and waving castanets high above her head to an imaginary crowd
her rhythm sings in tune with the sway of her hips
the one stop photo shoots
cha cha mama strikes a sexy look between black laced stockings and red satin heels
passer byers stop in their shoes, and and bestowed a striking stare
entranced by the cha cha mama's spanish dance
with uplift eyes she thrust her breasts
and one stop photo shoots another shot
flirting the camera with all her art the cha cha mama flings castanets high above her head
hiding her face behind black lace and flirts batting eyes with appealing grace
the cha cha mama invites a photo stop and the passer byer stands erect in her embrace
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TOO MANY WORDS
Shall I say too many words to make myself complete?
on etched laced paper I wipe the slate clean
Starting new with few too words
Do you feel the command of my speech as words dance along your sheets?
Can you feel the height of esctasy as my breath dances along your back?
A million miles away, but too close for warmth, can you hear me now?
they always said tin cans spread across lines one by one bringing a phone to life
and party lines pick up when words become too many, and the telephone
operator says "Number please"
Are there enough words to fill a million minds, and if so can you hear my voice?
Do you hear my words as they drift across the sky, or shall I write thee a flavored verse?
When life comes too busy, and words seem drifted I fall to sleep with slumbered words singing me to sleep.
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SAVING THE BEST FOR YOU
I save the best verses in tailored ring box
set high on my dresser
when sing song enlightens my mind
know I save inspirational verses translated by you
My Muse in the night comes knocking I open the tailored ring box with velvet lining
there inside the box, is lined in treasured songs by Muse whisperings in my ear just before night's blessed dream begins
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SCRIPTIVE NARRATION
Who defines the class of words----how they align against the backdrop of the world
Is he born of noble character, or an orator shaping his voice.
How does one compare a narration’s daily dose?
Do we count letters upon silken verse, or
do we hear narration’s array fleeting against fairy dust as it touches the ear? Or, is it
suffice not to question the dramatic sound of invention
How do my words define a discourse wedded to knightly verse?
Shall I try to define this task when the weight of narration awakens the phantom of
discourse?
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DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?
Can you feel my hand upon your back as it sways against the wind?
Shall I dance for you in a costumed dance wearing a glittered thong
Do you love me this way, or
Now as I paint words with tailored motion upon your chest?
Do you like the sway of my tongue as it laps your skin? Or,
Is it simply love’s attraction glued upon me for unique dress
Do I have your attention as your eyes linger on my breasts? Do you know
I can feel the weight of your eyes as your pupils expand.
I feel your warmth though you’re far away captured in love’s land.
Do I have your attention? Do you love my words as they trace the paper?
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ETERNAL SWAY
I shall read from a great book opened before me. I turn each lighted page with fingers opened in glee---“there was an angel born from a wing of a god. The angel came to a man from the gods in the open Heavens above. She was born to be a mate for the gods didn’t want the man to roam the world alone. He had an important task laid open to him by the gods in the air. His task was to bring and shed light upon the minds of Mankind. No simple task for anyone let alone someone who the gods chose above everyone else for this task. His angel was as beautiful as the stars imbedded in the sky. Her eyes shone with the light bestowed from above. Immediately he was drawn to her., and knew she was born from his wing. Her soul was his soul and they made a perfect pair.”
Do I have your attention now? Do I hear you begging for more? Do you crave the sound of my voice with the beauty of this song?
“And the pair had no easy task that was presented by the gods. How does one lure the minds of so many? The couple wasn’t at all alarmed by the task laid out in front of them. They went about their daily tasks. Each knew the steps of instilling peacefulness that would welcome any lonesome soul. The gods smiled down at them with opened handedness. In him they erected a strong sense of single mindedness and grace. In her, she was bestowed with beauty and calming words. Together they made a whole that when united together they brought peacefulness to all and the earth around them.”
So the great book’s words read to me with opened eyes. I closed the book just then in wonderment to myself. “How does the story continue? Shall I open it up and continue reading to capture the enchantment’s glow?"
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KALEIDOSCOPE PORTRAITS
Girl in pink dress salutes the stripes of blue while licking a snow cone
and the angle drips to the other side
A lady takes clothes off a clothesline while the wind blows back her hair
and a kitten claws her bare legs
A push of the lense and the color changes to purple reflecting at corner
angles
"Give me a 'B', give me a 'C'," yells the cheerleader
and the announcer calls the shots
green triangles and blue squares descend the mark
And mountains are tinged in rose color
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HE KNOWS ME BEST
He knows me best of how I think, even when he doesn't quite get my drift. He knows to rub my back and I'll doze off to sleep. I try his patience when new ideas come, but he knows me best and leaves me alone. He knows the right place touch and then I am his Cleopatra like melted butter running between fingers. I like my womanly smell on his breath how it makes me feel so sexually wanton He knows my loves and my delights like Belgian Mocha shake, and sweet divine light. He knows how to distract my mind when overwhelmed by fear. He infuriates me, but I'm not alarmed with anxiety For those moments my fear is gone. He alone knows how to shake it free how to make me feel like a queen and the only woman for him.
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SIMPLE TASK
A simple task divided by two
greeting dawn's morning light
spiced tea in oval glasses
morning doves sing beginnings' song
As the rose colored sun rises
in the azure sky
we meet with open eyes
Licking pomegranates' sweet peels
its juice drips from side to side
a handkerchief hurries to your mouths' crevice
to sweep the juice before it melts
leaveing behind imprints of Mocha cream lipstick
Across your lips
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SLEEPLESS NIGHT
curious images stir my sleep
nudging me hither to your
warm embrace
sharing the same crevice
peaking equal measures
I feel you, here
With me
Under the sheets
And though
We are miles apart
I feel your hand sweeping my legs
And I hear your breath as you fall
beneath reality's door
where your dreams meet mine
In the slumber of sleep.
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MINDS' ALIGNED
I wave across the landscape prairie
as the morning's dew creeps between my toes
bare feet and crisomed cheeked
do you feel the weight of the drift
higher and stronger in the sky
I jump up between a field of sunflowers dancing
and catch your welcomed smile
do you feel the weight of the drift crossing the sky
do you feel it flutter between the planets aligned?
holding hands we walk betweeen the sunflowers' dance
and greet the morning's day.