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vortex
The wind in March does not
dive into melancholy with
February's prisoners chained
to a grey sky
it does not roar with gaping mouth
nor bleeds into rust and decay
choiceless
in my love for you
I am surrendered
I howl
I am uplifted
I rise
with this peculiarity of you.
Worlds appear and disappear
in our sexual embrace.
We linger here, fully realized.
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Comments
Candlewitch
Sat, 2012-03-03 12:10
Hello Anna,
Once again I am taken with your wordsmithing skills. Your imagery takes my breath away. I love this piece. My favorite lines are:
The wind in March does not
dive into melancholy with
February's prisoners chained
to a grey sky
it does not roar with gaping mouth
nor bleeds into rust and decay
choiceless
spectacular!
always, Cat
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Kailashana2
Sat, 2012-03-03 15:16
Thank you Cat. Hope you and
Thank you Cat. Hope you and yours are well. Spring is just about sprung, 61 degrees a couple of days ago,
today it's bitter cold. You'd think winter was reclaiming its time.
~A
author commentCloudthings
Sat, 2012-03-03 17:47
Food for my soul here, you write so beautifully
Delicious Ana, what a divine pleasure to read you again! Always so inspiring & so enriching.... You really do have to be one of my favourite all time writers anywhere.
Always, you move me to a higher place of exploration, it is such a mark of a good writer, don't you think?
I am sure I read some time ago that you publish your work, I would be very pleased to purchase any publication from you.
So lovely to be back & find you here still
In humble respect & apreciation.
Anni
Cheers
Anni
My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"
Nordic cloud
Sun, 2012-03-04 10:10
beautiful
What to say here when the poem so stunningly right,
so what can one say other than beautiful.
Completely enjoyable Anna.
Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
loved
Sun, 2012-03-04 11:27
the world adores
after all all is sex eternal
and
you Kailashna are the superbest
great
loved
loved
Sun, 2012-03-04 11:28
PAR EXSHOLIENCEY
''''''Worlds appear and disappear
in our sexual embrace.
We lingerRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
here, fully realized.
loved