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Featured Poetress: Rowena Meyer-Allen

Surrender

Barest breath draped o'r satin skin
Tingles deep the serpent spine again
Strain of music pulling ever deeper
Heaving night against the silent reaper
Cast into a blackened sea - desire
Completes wind's moaning cryptic sighs
Cradled close within a raven's cries
Liquid lust coiled round marbled columns
Drips lucid longing astride the labyrinth
Where heads of maidens torn wince
In pleasured rhythmic dance - devotion
Whirling colored light in motion
Touches every inch, every thought
Held captive, tied up and caught
Carelessly as ancient hook piercing
Softest skin of mouth and lip
Rapturously opened wide to slip
Unseen beneath the changing tide
Surrender  

Awakened (an acrostic)

Yesterdays ago I thought
Only of dreams
Unfulfilled, drumming my
Requiem of the Hollow Soul
Lost within the tempered stillness
Of an empty, broken heart - the hushed
Visions came creeping close.
Ever closer to waking 
After the night storm
White light came to glow
Amid the morning haze where my
Keeper of the temple gate appeared
Entreating, calling, tempting with lotus
Nectar and sweet scented rain
So near, his breath soft against my 
Throat, with fingers dancing
Hot and nimble from nipple hardened to
Eager pearl of pleasure swollen to
Goddess awakened, warm and
Open, spread bare and
Dripping with desire to
Drink of his
Essence, delicately
Salted and
Smooth upon the tongue -
Wanting ever more
I am reborn
Transformed
Healed and written eternal
In the holy language of the
Night skies and morning mists.  

Musings
 
 

Art is not so much expressing oneself, as it is discovering oneself.
- Anawanitia

The only thing better than singing is more singing.
- Ella Fitzgerald

Stop. Breathe. Allow yourself the luxury of doing nothing for a moment, or an hour, or even a day. It is in emptiness that inspiration will appear.
- Carole Katchen

I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do – no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?
- Georgia O'Keeffe

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Meggie Pina,
shares her art & Inspiration in her Affirmation Gallery

     
Poetry

Fried Sugar Throat

Peel me like a pear
I don't care
wear me anyway you want
as long as I'm soft
drawn open
a fried sugar throat
a resting bone
breath like strawberry
and a sore sore throat
so sore I rub it
I love it

Do whatever you want
I don't care
as long as I'm soft
tasting tangerine
caught like a thief
whispering vines
in between teeth

My hands wander
my eyes wander
my heart wanders
I'm fine as long as you
let me go on about with
this sweetness
a fried sugar throat
going sweeter
with every turn

Peel me like a pear
I don't care
spin me round
see what you create
little jewel box handler
wear me anyway you want
I don't care
as long as I'm soft
sore and sweet.

by Catherine De Gear

 
     
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