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Featured Poetess: Suzanne Quentin

HARVEST MOON

The full moon rises in the eastern Sky
and I am rich.
Harvest beckons, one last time
as we gather what we have planted.

The deep long nights of Fall
call us with crisp air,
as the leaves dancing among our footsteps
beneath a clear October sky.

Winter comes soon. She reaches
for us with graceful arm, her
silhouette painted on orange Sky
"Take my hand, she whispers."

But not yet. Not until we harvest
what we planted, pumpkins round and
silky corn. Not until we offer
Thanks for where we have come,
and what we know.

This is the time, beneath the full moon Sky
to smile and be kind. To warm our communities
with love and blessing, with heart that is full and wide.
It is time for us gather. For we are one.
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,
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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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