One Moment in Stone(Edit)

its been a dusty week :P blue moons and jazz. so this was the bus trip home eh... cant say it was wasted time :p hope u had a good one thanks for your presence the last few days has been great sorry we were boring though lol <3 pea ess.... im sweating profusely. runNnnWaI

Yes, I like. Love the title as well. Struck in Marbled Rays, love the whole stanza. I sigh. When I read that, I sighed, lol. This is beautiful and you have enfolded my senses with the beautiful scent of your Jasmine and Hyacinth bouquet. Lovely. Love from Lyz. XX

Loved the lines Dust tumbling in air playing kaleidoscope to light I can see a painted picture in my head of those dust storms you spoke of . It seems so strange to hear the season of another time and space to mine . Here we are winding down with colder Autumnal days and you are speeding up with rising sap. It opens one to wonder. Thanks for the lovely read Jayne and the sharing of your space Hugs Liz

***** I loved every line. You are so talented. I can see the remnants of your dust storm just swirling in the air. It must really be something especially at sunset. my favorite lines are: A brush of leg mirroring mine spaced delicious and Dust tumbling in air playing kaleidoscope to light, laying transfixed in scents of jasmine and hyacinth enfolding senses to serenity, very picturesque. Love, Cat

of emotion here. You got it right in one! You write so easily of nature and lust. LOL You have to be at least part 'Nymph' You know the one of which I speak. LOL So glad that you have the strength to write so lustily of the amazing things that go on inside your head, so that we can share. Love and higgest bugs, ~ Gee. P.S. I tell wifey all the time, " Hey look, I'm turning to stone!" LOL

emotional. just the way people like it. you would think people had enough with this kind of thing, but look around and you see it isnt so.

I see you are keeping an active mind. I especially like the following lines from this poem. A brush of leg mirroring mine spaced delicious becoming a tableaux of lust, Gazing into kaleidoscope’d dust, I sigh I don't think that you should use kaleidoscope more than once in this short poem. And I don't know what a Grey gum is although it has a certain weight even for the ignorant (me in this case). The line after "a tableaux of lust" (drawn in stone) is partially explanitory and, to that extent, takes away from the shear creativity of such a breathy tableaux. I would really like to see the gems in this poem without deflections of their light. Brian

You are right, no rhyme, sorry, you write so profusely I hoped you'd forgive me not keeping up when I just can't. but this was so worth searching for, I love this far more (perhaps it's my current flavour...) I just wrote lustful one this morning damn you, it has no connection to this, but here I think you use simialr language (Aussie influence?... or is it the language of lust, all sigh & space & imagination?), we hot blooded women, can't keep us down, not with our pen anyway. You have written this journey so evocatively I can feel it, (felt it almost on my bus/train/bus trip yesterday from Horsham to Daylesford, 4 & 1/2 hours, ah but I had Dr Martina hypnotherapy on mp3 & Ursula LeGuinn, sigh), we are more similar than you know I think (I should see if you want to try Martina?). Very glad I came to find some other works I usually just wait & one of your pops into spotlight or evolution, forgive me, lately with so little time I admit to overlooking one or 2 in attempts to catch up with folk who don't get quite as much attention, not very fair really, I do apologise... Still, I have nothing to add, but a smile & another sigh to this work. Thanks Jayne, I like this one far more, please be patient with me. Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama