When desire turns
Is it a blinding moment of chaos?
Blistering winds that rip the flesh raw
numbing with intense sensation
A timid voice quiety pointed out all his amazing qualities
while internal fingers pulled and twisted, tickling with each shared glance
She felt herself opening up - an ancient sensuality easing to the surface
awakening was beginning
Or does it ooze out?
following gravity's pull
sinking, a heaviness that slows the limbs to a lumbering rhythm, catching the breath
His presence shifts the tides, coaxing swells and ripples.
Just one touch,
a lingering of lips on the nape of the neck
Liste
As she and her wonderment grows, she senses. Establishing each connection,
begun when she kissed her wrinkled miracles, with a hug and smile.
Because life itself, with giving, is an existence that is perfection.
Her path, seen now with open eyes towards an obvious direction,
that beckons, calling her to travel a winding and exciting mile.
As she and her wonderment grows, she senses. Establishing each connection
through nurture, learning and integration.
To reach out, guiding, teaching to all, accepting each unique and wondrous style,
because life itself, with giving, is an existence that is perfection.
To learn how and be allowed to
Breathing....Deep....Breath by MDragonfly, literature
Literature
Breathing....Deep....Breath
Breathing Deep Breath
It was slow deliberate understood in a clanking climb - firmly solid knowledge about to tumble downhill
a soft sound was curling between cold feet waiting - anchored by kinetic-ness
questions tanlged itching began/ceased - sharply stinging with the dull hotcocoawarmth
and continued
She saw through steam into bone and fireworks of electric life gathering spirals forever in
devoid no not quite a fuller experience
developed nope only heavy silence and her
just an honest description
breath
Breathing Deep
It was slow deliberate understood - she played it between nervous fingers
a soft sound was curling between cold feet waiting - jittery
an itch began - small focused pointing with red felt tip
a dot that stretches
and continued
whispers behind raised hairs, secret breath
devoid no avoidnot quite
developed nope
just an honest description - drawn away
Second Person
The air smells so sweet you almost get a buzz from the pollen. It makes your nose run and your eyes fill with tears. Or maybe it was those familiar pieces, the comfort sculptures you visit on your weekly excursions to the Detroit Institute of Art. These works are your companions, your confidantes. They are solid and trustworthy, stable and safe. They hold your fearful hand. Art has always had that affect on you, always been there for you. The depth of the movement, the pulsing of energy, the whispering words that float around your head. Beautiful, mesmerizing, intense. Time slips away and the only thing that matters is keepin
Lazy Day
Ahh, this is just perfect! The air is sweet, tickled with the beautiful crooners hiding high in the trees. And the sun! Whew! She leans back against the boat, pulling down the brim of her floppy straw hat and dangling her fingers with awkward elegance through the easy river. This water is so clear now. It wasn't the soupy green she remembered from back then. She can actually see the markings on the swimming critters down under the rowboat that look like those inkblots in Dr. Winter's office. They like to tag along, popping out all the time. They're so silly! Her eyes close while she tries to guess the types of the trees by the rust
"In other news, the annual Senior Appreciation Day parade kicked off the start of a week long celebration...." He stops in mid -sentence and puts his finger in his ear, apparently listening to the voices in his earpiece. "Excuse me folks, we have a breaking news story. Okay, we now take you back to Jane Steely, who is bravely reporting to us from the frontline. Jane, can you tell us what is happening now?"
"Well, John," perfect magenta lips smiling gallantly at the camera, "we seem to be at a lull in the activity. Both sides are quiet. I can tell you that the fighting has been heavy all morning. The rebel fighters seem to be moving toward th
Dirty Hands
Footsteps echo on a marble floor. The lighting is just right. A tangy wood smell greets you as you pass by the native relics. The cool of clay, that's where you're heading; black designs and figures on a terra cotta background. Breath-taking! It speaks. You hear the voices of creation hum their tale - the mysterious Minoans. You find a bench and wait.
Divinity talked to her through the earth, reciting her words, breathing her air. She gave them shape, cleansed their hands, embraced their sacrifices. From deep underground, the sounds of children singing bubbled the earth, creating mounds where the sun erupted in a rush heavenw
I'm not sure when my life became a cheesy, pathetic daytime commercial, but, shit, here I am.
"Earn a degree, find a job, and hire a lawyer."
I watch the drizzle gather on the grimy window, absently scratching my forearm. Outside, the blurry green of the park is splattered with mud-colored patches, growths of trees. A pile of crumpled white paper towels sits patiently next to the half-empty bottle of window cleaner. A fugue begins in my head.
"I got the horse right here…"
Colors begin to appear, starting along the upper edge of the pane. It's the lone piece of glass in the small room. In an old jar, I watch the swirl of the dirty w
~My World~
I walked in the rain, along side a curb
It was the loudest rain I had ever heard.
The roadsides were covered
With the used and abused
Garbage of the local families in town.
The pales and bags ranged from black
To green to brown.
Apparently it was one of those Special days
When the big trucks came around
And took whatever you threw away
That wasn't nailed to the ground.
Periodically I would see
A car or flatbed creep by,
Looking to salvage an old chair
That caught their eye.
When along I came to an unsettling sight
On that dark and stormy night;
A desk, a bed, a chest of drawers
A boy's room, save the walls and
Well...I am cautiously stepping back into the deviant world and looking for a quiet place to sit for a while! So much time spent on developing my "professional" life that now time needs to be spent on my "other" life! Wow...four years later! So much to catch up on!
I'll ease myself onto the cool earth and sit....still....and listen!
Well, I have successfully completed 2 of my major life goals.
I have finished college, degree in hand, and have found a full-time (big-person) job as a special education teacher of autistic students.
Yeah!!
As such I am very busy searching for any free time! Oh, and I'm a grad student now, too! Time, what's that??
The nice thing is that I have odd chances during the day to pop on here and check my stuff. So, hey all! I'm back!!
Hope everyone is well and I look forward to catching up with you all!!
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Yeah!!! Festivities may now begin!!! I am now a college graduate!!! Go me, go me, go, go, go me!!! I am so glad to be done!!
Now I am prepping for my very first art show at the end of June. I have a bunch of pieces done but have more to finish. I did a cool piece for my cooperating teacher of abstract dancers that turned out pretty cool. That inspired me to do a dancer series. I'll get them up here one day!
Hope you all are well and I look forward to reconnecting with you!!!
:hugs:
HOLA MI AMIGA...
I have finished the dragonfly emoticons you requested, There are twelves in different colours! Note me your email and I will send them to you a.s.a.p! xoxo