Wordjewels-Close to Heart Poetry, Susan S. Naja

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Contention "Picking over bones"

Contention "picking over bones" Old hag in the black of night gnarley fingers wriggle with delight she is the hag of contention feeding off of the bones we pick... Woman: "I hate you!" (because I've loved you so much) "You hurt me! It's all your fault!" (because I can't see beyond this pain which is bigger than both of us.) "Aiiheeeee..." Squeals the hag in delight. "You left the door wide open, and the smell of your poison is intoxicating to me. He said, she said, hahahahaha.. Yes my dearies... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Just Watching

Just Watching Ripe roses Heavy with raindrops Bowing to anoint the earth Sweet water Released from perfect lingering droplets. Petals separate Floating gently Sailing on the lightness of air Oh Time, slow down Tumbling hues of pink Cascading over pink. Transformation A whole new pattern of design This inspired creative frenzy Seemingly random Yet somehow perfectly organized. A creation dies... a creation is born. Susan S. Naja 97/11 Copyright © Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Scorpion Dreaming

Scorpion Dreaming If I live Through January, It'll be a miracle If I live through January, I can live through anything Riding on a Scorpions back you better count on getting stung I'm scorpion dreaming in January, Scorpions got me on the run I'm upside down, I'm inside out My wheels are spinning on ice Each time I see you again I don't know how this will end It's not easy, loving you both It's push n'pull n'push n'pull Each time I see you again I don't know how this will end My feet are frozen... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Leaving - Window Between Seasons

Leaving Window Between Season Singing river I hear your song, the joy of flow. C loud forest to house my dreams, dwellings of soft quiet light. Patchwork quilt fields thank you for your Indian Summer harvest. I imagine my tears falling from up here, so high, falling through the sky to splash down upon you Earth Mother/Earth Father. My offering of sweet and sorrowful Love for all that Life is. The melancholy of this turning season, and my leaving has brought the impossibility of trying to hold on... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Words Like Jewels

Words Like Jewels Words like jewels fall from her mouth jewels like amber sun, cresting morning mountain alighting frost crystals on branches and grass-blades Orange light piercing icy fragments lifting nights dormant myriad ethereal spirits to scatter at the break of dawn And that morning as the sun pierced a cloud It's light entered my eyes, filling me with a new brightness that allowed your love to live in my heart If it were not for you and the sun my heart would not know such precious gems... Sign in to see full entry.

Higanbana The Other Side Flowers Bursts of red colour like hearts on fire flame from the earth The final surge of summers heat releasing into scarlet red lilies Giving Love back...giving Love back... Is it possible to burn in Love Is it possible to grieve but still to grieve in the wholeness of Love The ripe golden rice is cut bundled and hung under the sky To dry in traditional fashion It seems these people of the rice share more than the soil of this island their very roots are intermingled... Sign in to see full entry.

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