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Lady, WaitingWho will wake herLady, Waiting
from her waiting?
Lady sleeping near the waters-- (Let peeping Pipers drone, voyeurs;) *
Hush. She rests and dreams of dancing Seven scented veils of longing:
Whose fiery breath but sun's could melt
the snow, soft crystals' leaden weight?
Jealous zephyr shakes with desire,
craving her streams of trickling tears;
Springs the earth awake and kisses All her curves with leafy dresses;
Flowers covet ev'ry crevice, From her ankles to her bodice;
Feathered ferns and mosses, pungent, &nbs
by ~iuliaflame
Many HandsThe pitter patter of repetition Erodes his smiling, stony facade.Many Hands
Mt. Rushmore no more, He no longer cries Like the lonely loon at the lake.
In fragments of moments Minute upon minute Gathering the crumbs of his attention, We have created a verbal mosaic; My changeling child is Changing, emerging.
He stretches his cygnet wings He flutters On the breath of many voices.
When he sees his swan reflection--
It will be in a moving mural Marked by many hands.
by ~iuliaflame
Song of an Arctic TernWhen air scented with the breath of pineapple groves Lingers near the limbs of an icy Sitka rose, See the thorn-tree shuddering, hear Frost crack his whip. Spare, somber seneschal, a pair of Rosa's hips!Song of an Arctic Tern
Agate-eyed ice diadems in crystals crackle, Frosty fraternities in formations fractal. Sleep, Rosamunda, snow showers you with kisses, Heed not the zephyr--sweet the wind's cold hisses.
by ~iuliaflame
PeaceClosed lids under closed lid, Alabaster under wood, Molten rock become frigid, Silence enforced for good--Peace
Saying farewell is never On our list of favorite things; There just isn't a clever Way to say it, way to bring
To a close a life once lived. Euphemisms won't suffice For the heart of the bereaved Nor the thought of sacrifice
Assuage them in their grief. I close my eyes and appeal Help me in my unbelief To any powers that might be real:
Let us stop please, Storm no desert sands, Let us create peace,
by ~iuliaflame
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I walk with my head down...I walk with my head down, not because I am ashamed, but because my feet can't find their way. It has never been easy. The ground is uneven and changes when you least expect it. I watch carefully, trying to see where my pitfalls will lie. One step. How does everyone else balance so easily on their feet? They walk with confidence, that they will never stumble. When they do, it is a far worse thing, for they do not expect it. I know that the stumbles and falls will come. They are part of life and part of living. So I watch for them, with keen eyes. I take care with my steps. I place my feet with intention and thought. Then, when my ankles twistI walk with my head down...
by ~arazia
I don't reactwhat I see is chaos, strange connections, feelings I can't feed from, unidentifialbe strange, I am alien, this world was not meant for me, It's unreliable. wherever light may strike me, chaos haunts me, dramatics which I cannot comprehend the darkness burns inside me, I see you but not the sum of you, mearly the parts on which you stand. what you see is strangeness, behaviour, In your eyes irrational yet somewhat close to you. silence, presence are abcent, coldness through and through. you seek to reach me yet replies stay far from but trying to get close. you see logic which you cannot coI don't react
by ~scorge
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