Journal One Twenty

butterfly love

2011-05-05T10:02:00.000-07:00

I will
light into your heart
and swallow the
secret pain that was
forever in your soul,
hidden behind
eyes that feign toughness
yet hold vulnerability
a little warm death
always on the ledge
of discovery.

I become a lake
for you to swim in,
A sky for you to write upon,
as a blank journal page,
the emotions caught in
Your throat, now liberated
become found joy.

Accept the silken feel
of my compassion,
sweet-kisses-dusting
all your pain away.

O.

lucid misunderstanding

2011-04-25T09:22:00.000-07:00

if only the tulips could speak
and tell us the secrets of their sweet nectar.

she was aware of his eyes,
his married, married eyes too brown not
to be true,
his true, brown eyes slipped into he aura,
his voice touched her heaven.

a card fell to the ground

dissolving us

she plucked up the moist white petal
and read the words printed on the card:
lucid misunderstanding.________________

the words awakened her mind,
he glanced at her and his pupils grew large

she ran, almost
and the tulips brushed against her neck
and shoulders, and spirit

whispering.

when she finally entered her bus for home
her scent was sweet and addictive
her voice gentler than the breeze of
this new melancholy spring,
with so much to offer.

O.

POETRY

2011-04-17T11:42:00.000-07:00

FIONA ROBYN

Yoga Class

on every forehead, a warm smear of lavender oil.

Gratitude Meditation

vivid image arises, kissing everyone's feet.

Shrine Room AM

strips of light, silhouette of trees, everything shimmers.

http://www.asmallstone.com/

fiona8107@btinternet.com.

.......

POETRY

2011-04-17T11:27:00.000-07:00

WANDA PHIPPS

Morning Poem #1

Floating grey web pages
step into a crowded vacuum
Clouds sweating

There's a gauzy scrim
in front of my eyes
Between me and
the rest of the world.

http://www.mindhoney.com/

Ms. Phipps book - Field of Wanting, Poems of Desire

POETRY -

2011-04-16T16:45:00.000-07:00

CHRISTINE BRUNESS

Her Blank Canvas

Her blank canvas
11" x 14"
Boxed -
Patiently rests
In its package
With a quiet power
Knowing
It will become
The artist's
New lover -
Graciously feted
With an unwavering devotion
Massaged with brushes
Energized with cobalt blue
Generously fed
Olive and leafy greens,
Banana yellow and caviar black
Soothed with a turquoise bath
Forever sealed with
Crimson kisses...
All to tenderly inspire
A hurting world
To heal.

From Alley Cat, available at http://www.bohemiaangel.etsy.com/

"Until"

Women are great masters
At starving themselves
They are fine artists
In this deadly art
Keeping the pain...
What would happen,
Then,
If each one
Gave in
To satisfy
Her starving stomach
Or
If they joined
In solidarity
And collectively
Fed their hunger
Once and for all
Until
They were not
Hungry any more?

From Alley Cat, available at http://www.bohemianagel.etsy.com/

any love

2011-04-12T19:01:00.000-07:00

tender leaf
clings hysterically
to warm car door

O.

signs

2011-04-01T12:17:00.000-07:00

I love your
push put
coming through
my mauve enough place

my core forms
to a heart
inappellable
bathed in your
sugar treasure's sweetness

nightquiet
love fragrant
jasmine overflowing

We drift upon
a dawning daffodil
to full bloom by a

black butterfly
at peace on
lighted diamonds
dancing in holiness of faith

oh! nymphs and myths
all over the place

O.

Aurora

2011-03-29T14:49:00.000-07:00

yellow silhouette
on tree limb
moist anticipation

Inside My Friend's

2011-03-26T12:01:00.000-07:00

chinese take-out place a tall man stood in the corner
clipply reciting his thesis on the perfect breasts of a past lover
and the slow-blinking eyes of a favorite cow on his grandparent's
farm. His nose was hawkish and agressive and mesmerizing to me.

Kim, my friend from college, who works there grabbed a bag of
noodles to throw at him, "Iko, no, I said and Why?". She fell in
front of the doors and her necklace unspun. She sat there on the
dirty floor surrounded by a pool of garnet beads; surprised and
obviously humilated.

Some little kids walked in and as kids do, they simply stepped
over her. A little girl walked up to the man and gave him a yellow
envelope then said Happy Birthday in a shy way.

He smiled. I could tell his smile makes him dangerous to women,
or slow-blinking cows who don't know how not to be transparent.

O.

soft 'ku

2011-03-22T22:45:00.000-07:00

the linen whispers
of past
lovers
she is bathed in memories

LIST

2011-03-21T11:57:00.000-07:00

* text Winsome - yoga tonight
* wash white cami and white sarong
* read one chapter in feng shui book - put chimes on door.
* call brother about t.v. program at 10:00pm
* make two salads before leaving for yoga
* create a necklace for Ruth, must have black beads.

O.

Ghost

2011-03-19T07:47:00.000-07:00

she wouldn't leave the house
bequeathed to childhood horrors
gossamer strands of her hair
flayed out
touching walls
brushing dirty daydreams clean
memory was a quiet blur
beatrice lived in the attic
of her mind
making music out of silence

my neck hurts, was beatrice's daily prayer
mother made a sound deep within her throat
and then, "I know, dear"
papa sighed.

O.