Showing posts from February, 2013

A Beautiful Place To Stay

Courtesy Mark Kelly
"Where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts."
~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., Homesick in Heaven

Linking with "Words Count"...with Mama Zen at Imaginary Gardens

Somewhere in the midst of a magnificent storm  my heart resides upon the most beautiful bridge. It so longs to hold a crazy profound love while the winds of chance make the beams unhinge. It hungers for a connection like a bridge between two lovely lands. A place to give homestead out in the wilds of naked openness  so ecstasy may be guarded within my own hips and another's hands. Above the raging waters of storms that no man could ever cease is a place my heart shall tarry in hope's own splendor  as my yearning for this one love will always increase.

The Endowment

Wind of History by Jacek Yerka
The Mag #156

"History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man". ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

The place my grandmother came from
 is the place my child would be destined to go. 
There is no way I could not have foreseen it,
 but here in my sojourn backward I now know.
All the destruction of one bent affliction
of one searching for a cure of a hollowing ache
can leave a path filled with acres of ruin
 for the seeds of another generation to face.
For the legacy of this disease of suffering
is a gift no one in sanity would ever choose,
yet it is an inheritance granted with no favor
to the descendants of history's unsettling dues.

The Might of Just One Kiss

Artword by Joseph Lorusso
The Mag #155
"Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath."  ~Eve Glicksman

It is not a meager tug this pull that love has upon a woman's soul.... drawing her lips to another's like a golden ember and charring coals.... it holds an utter splendor that is tender yet strong like cobalt steel.... capturing the strength of resistance not to reach out and want to feel.... it's ache lingers in growth that multiplies like big numbers within the heart... for the magnetic field of a deep kiss is a force no mortal might can pull apart.

An Anthem of Knowing

Central Library, Manchester, U.K., by Robin Gosnall
The Mag #154

"A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of shadows." ~Henry Ward Beecher

Like etchings carved upon stone
 these words linger amongst the breathing
hidden within covers of leather and dust
an anthem of knowing inhabits the empty spaces
pressing through to the far reaches of the world
everytime there is a turning of the page.

All That Can Be Saved

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"Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison."  ~Henri Amiel

This is the re-telling of a dream.  Not just any dream, but a dream that spoke to me like no other I have ever had.  You see I am an avid dreamer.  I always dream no matter how short the nap. There is a memory of walking another world while I sleep each and every time I am not awake in this one.  Remembering back to my dreams as a child, they were more often stressful or what one would call a nightmare most of the time.  That still holds true for me today.  Sometimes they are bizarre or inspiring, but the majority of the time they are just one big muddle of calamity.  From the time I was little I always would be trying to escape some kind of danger, and in that intense departure, I would at times be attempting to protect something else, when I was a kid it was the family dog; Pepi, a cantankerous little Chihuahua that my mother probably loved more than my b…