Friday, May 14, 2004
I'm so glad I have kept journals with all my poetry safely tucked inside...Goddess III As I reach out my hand the goddess gleaming, streaming, slithering snakes of silver and white fragmented light dive toward me. They dissipate on my skin like phantoms of kisses long past. I'm renewed in the vision she is the amazing lushness and beauty a woman presents- divine in her own... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 12:38 AM Comments (3) (link) Wednesday, May 12, 2004
I hope you all take this one to bed with you tonight. As for me, I'msleepin' alone. The big guy's on midnights for the week. I'm not exactly complaining, but I will be glad at the end of the week when I can have him home every night!! Inside I want to be Everywhere. Around you, Surrounding you. I want to be inside you. Crawl inside your skin To slide through your... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:00 PM Comments (0) (link) Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Drifting is the name of this poem, and as most of my poems are, it's aboutwomen and how entrancing they can be. Drifting Dark and mysterious creature, born in pink light. Shy and sweet, sweat, bold as silver. Kissed by dew and bronzed in dust. Love, experience, freedom, child-woman drawn in sand, drawn to sand, small and burdened entrancing and turbulent her winds wind... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:54 PM Comments (4) (link)
Pleasure is the title of this poem, written about writing.Pleasure The words that breathe from within separate my soul from insanity and I'm comforted by the tactile sensation of pen on paper, specifically. The smooth, steady flow of my brain, my hand, the ink on paper, soothing me, smoothing me, making me feel safer. Insulating me from any of life's... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 3:47 PM Comments (2) (link) Monday, May 10, 2004
I am running out of poetry, and I'll have to start writing again soon.Vitality Motion, sound, swirling colored light. Life pumping through our community. Music, rhythm, thundering sweetly, A slow, sensual stroke. Summer sun setting through feathery clouds. Physical rhyme. Energy radiating off musky skin. Crisp leaves spiral down, The ground below preparing for frost.... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 8:57 AM Comments (5) (link) Sunday, May 9, 2004
My Brother At times, I see you, my brother, We are one, And our souls smile at one another. On other occasions The space that separates You from me Is as wide, as powerful, As devastating and beautiful, As the ocean. Shimmering in the moon’s light, You call me like the sea. You are the very tide... Sign in to see full entry.
posted by Schatz at 12:31 PM Comments (0) (link) Saturday, May 8, 2004
I love this poem...I wrote it as a young girl...12? 14? and I still love it. Angel The clouds are lined with gray of dawn, And streaked with rose divine. The wings you fly on are golden and pure, The wind; it is your mind. The sky is your kingdom transparent, And there Heaven is your abode. And though you have your... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 9:07 PM Comments (2) (link) Friday, May 7, 2004
Time Slippery days and nights As time flies away from me Like an elusive shadow. I feel like the sun’s looking over my shoulder And the moon scuttles furtively through cloudy skies. Like a clear, swift river, Strong and deep, All the time I have flows away from me. When I try to remember, My memory... Sign in to see full entry.
posted by Schatz at 2:21 PM Comments (1) (link) Thursday, May 6, 2004
I know, it's cutting edge, original...Love Her body is the river I swim in, Her soul is the air I breathe. Wrapped around each other We become an entire universe, Sustaining life, Breathing, pulsating, spinning. Together alone We are everything. She is the rain, And I am the soil that soaks her up. I am the Earth, And she is the sun I... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:29 AM Comments (2) (link)
Black Cherry Smoke Spun into a cocoon Of murky light and spider webs Swirled in gray. Lightning bugs left In a jar. Abandoned on a summer night. Left to suffocate in the searing heat. Sometimes, life leaves me wanting a little more. And sometimes in the Hot poker branding lines down my spine Middle... Sign in to see full entry.
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About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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