In a garden, where Jasmine graces the air, tiny snails of memory traverse green leaves leaving trails of their life like a poet's lament onto pages wet with his blood.
Gathered stone from the streams of life are placed along paths of lost love, there for my feet to follow. My senses breathe the dried earth as if it were the sweetest of nectar.
My soul casts off it's dress. I walk naked through the thorns adorning Love's rose. My breast is pierced, bleeding, thighs scratched and raped by a poet's pen, dipped in the ink of need. It writes upon me leaving messages of unhealed wounds.
Pain sleeps upon fragrant petals that stick to my skin.
The scent of rose, a pungent aphrodisiac, assaults my senses.
Memory's Lavender rises and falls in the breeze spreading floating blooms before me. Blue Lilies of indifference dance upon water as I lay open my soul to the assault of his poetry upon my body. Exquisite pollination.
Like the dew of a new morn, I sleep on the empty pages of his aloneness planting Orchids of hope in this long forgotten garden that once was his heart.
FORGOTTEN BLOOMS
In a garden, where Jasmine graces the air, tiny snails of memory traverse green leaves leaving trails of their life like a poet's lament onto pages wet with his blood.
Gathered stone from the streams of life are placed along paths of lost love, there for my feet to follow. My senses breathe the dried earth as if it were the sweetest of nectar.
My soul casts off it's dress. I walk naked through the thorns adorning Love's rose. My breast is pierced, bleeding, thighs scratched and raped by a poet's pen, dipped in the ink of need. It writes upon me leaving messages of unhealed wounds.
Pain sleeps upon fragrant petals that stick to my skin.
The scent of rose, a pungent aphrodisiac, assaults my senses.
Memory's Lavender rises and falls in the breeze spreading floating blooms before me. Blue Lilies of indifference dance upon water as I lay open my soul to the assault of his poetry upon my body. Exquisite pollination.
Like the dew of a new morn, I sleep on the empty pages of his aloneness planting Orchids of hope in this long forgotten garden that once was his heart.
do do..... do do...... do do .... do do....... that can be the Twilight Zone theme or the theme to Jaws .....HA ... either way .... the same effect .... blog monsters ......
Quoting Curious2078
Good grief, Willow. What a weird mess MM has made out of our various comments on here. I just got off another blogging site where the old Rod Serling TWILIGHT ZONE was being reminisced about..... Reading what has become of your posts here and mine....I'm hearing the music.....hearing the Twilight Zone music loud and clear!!!!
Quoting Curious2078
Good grief, Willow. What a weird mess MM has made out of our various comments on here. I just got off another blogging site where the old Rod Serling TWILIGHT ZONE was being reminisced about..... Reading what has become of your posts here and mine....I'm hearing the music.....hearing the Twilight Zone music loud and clear!!!!
do do..... do do...... do do .... do do....... that can be the Twilight Zone theme or the theme to Jaws .....HA ... either way .... the same effect .... blog monsters ......
Good grief, Willow. What a weird mess MM has made out of our various comments on here. I just got off another blogging site where the old Rod Serling TWILIGHT ZONE was being reminisced about..... Reading what has become of your posts here and mine....I'm hearing the music.....hearing the Twilight Zone music loud and clear!!!!
Good grief, Willow. What a weird mess MM has made out of our various comments on here. I just got off another blogging site where the old Rod Serling TWILIGHT ZONE was being reminisced about..... Reading what has become of your posts here and mine....I'm hearing the music.....hearing the Twilight Zone music loud and clear!!!!
PAT !! how weird .... the blog proggie took part of my reply and mixed it with part of your comment - not in a quoting way, but making it look like it is what was said rather than quoted ???? It totally wiped out part of your comment and put it up in my reply and deleted part of my reply totally !!
Gremlins??? Ah well..... we know what it says / said / will say? Thanks again, Pat.
M
Quoting Willowwind
Such a lovely wish, thank you Pat. The feeling I experience reading comments like yours is, to me, the ultimate ..... to know my writing moved emotions and created a bond between the reader and the words they read. I suppose a dream of mine would be to become self supporting through something I love, like my writing, yet, my accomplishment would be what my writing gives to others. Ego? No, that doesn't even play a part in why I write or share my writings. I guess it just isn't part of my personality?. So you are a "died-in-the-wool" poet who is not looking for ego gratification. Yummy, I say. {And, yeah, skip all those places that want you to pay them to publish your work. Total crap, that.}
I've been out of NYC/Greenwich Village/literary scene for so long, I no longer have any contacts. But....have you ever tried any of the small literary magazines you can still find on the Web? Oh....I'm sure you have.... Willow, I wish you the very best with your work. I hope and pray you find an agent or editor or publisher somehow who recognizes the quality of your work and wants to nourish/publish it. You definitely
Quoting Willowwind
Such a lovely wish, thank you Pat. The feeling I experience reading comments like yours is, to me, the ultimate ..... to know my writing moved emotions and created a bond between the reader and the words they read. I suppose a dream of mine would be to become self supporting through something I love, like my writing, yet, my accomplishment would be what my writing gives to others. Ego? No, that doesn't even play a part in why I write or share my writings. I guess it just isn't part of my personality?. So you are a "died-in-the-wool" poet who is not looking for ego gratification. Yummy, I say. {And, yeah, skip all those places that want you to pay them to publish your work. Total crap, that.}
I've been out of NYC/Greenwich Village/literary scene for so long, I no longer have any contacts. But....have you ever tried any of the small literary magazines you can still find on the Web? Oh....I'm sure you have.... Willow, I wish you the very best with your work. I hope and pray you find an agent or editor or publisher somehow who recognizes the quality of your work and wants to nourish/publish it. You definitely
PAT !! how weird .... the blog proggie took part of my reply and mixed it with part of your comment - not in a quoting way, but making it look like it is what was said rather than quoted ???? It totally wiped out part of your comment and put it up in my reply and deleted part of my reply totally !!
Gremlins??? Ah well..... we know what it says / said / will say? Thanks again, Pat.
Such a lovely wish, thank you Pat. The feeling I experience reading comments like yours is, to me, the ultimate ..... to know my writing moved emotions and created a bond between the reader and the words they read. I suppose a dream of mine would be to become self supporting through something I love, like my writing, yet, my accomplishment would be what my writing gives to others. Ego? No, that doesn't even play a part in why I write or share my writings. I guess it just isn't part of my personality?. So you are a "died-in-the-wool" poet who is not looking for ego gratification. Yummy, I say. {And, yeah, skip all those places that want you to pay them to publish your work. Total crap, that.}
I've been out of NYC/Greenwich Village/literary scene for so long, I no longer have any contacts. But....have you ever tried any of the small literary magazines you can still find on the Web? Oh....I'm sure you have.... Willow, I wish you the very best with your work. I hope and pray you find an agent or editor or publisher somehow who recognizes the quality of your work and wants to nourish/publish it. You definitely
Such a lovely wish, thank you Pat. The feeling I experience reading comments like yours is, to me, the ultimate ..... to know my writing moved emotions and created a bond between the reader and the words they read. I suppose a dream of mine would be to become self supporting through something I love, like my writing, yet, my accomplishment would be what my writing gives to others. Ego? No, that doesn't even play a part in why I write or share my writings. I guess it just isn't part of my personality?. So you are a "died-in-the-wool" poet who is not looking for ego gratification. Yummy, I say. {And, yeah, skip all those places that want you to pay them to publish your work. Total crap, that.}
I've been out of NYC/Greenwich Village/literary scene for so long, I no longer have any contacts. But....have you ever tried any of the small literary magazines you can still find on the Web? Oh....I'm sure you have.... Willow, I wish you the very best with your work. I hope and pray you find an agent or editor or publisher somehow who recognizes the quality of your work and wants to nourish/publish it. You definitely
I've been out of NYC/Greenwich Village/literary scene for so long, I no longer have any contacts. But....have you ever tried any of the small literary magazines you can still find on the Web? Oh....I'm sure you
I've been out of NYC/Greenwich Village/literary scene for so long, I no longer have any contacts. But....have you ever tried any of the small literary magazines you can still find on the Web? Oh....I'm sure you
~smiles~ .... thank you so much for your comment, Pat. All my poetry / prose / and other writing is under copyright as a continuing work of "Shadows of Myself", my collection that actually started when I was in Elementary school, and has poems my Father kept that were written on llittle slips of paper. Through my life, when he was alive, I would send him my poems. I completed the initial 4 books in the 80's. At my Father's behest, I tried the publishing thing only to receive the polite "we are not seeking new poets at this time", or, "for $5000 initial fees we can publish your books" yadda yadda yadda.... So, through the years since the 80's, I have written poems/prose for friends as gifts, or for them to give as gifts, hand written some and framed them as gifts, etc. People have come to me and given me a scenario of what they want to say, and I compose it for them. It is also a therapy for me, to write. In the past years, I have collaberated on the lyrics for several musician friends. I suppose that is published? hahaha .... and I have a few poems published by a dear friend of mine in the Poetry International, India annual book, three of his favorites. Needless to say, poetry and prose books are not one of the "hot selling" items it seems. But, I don't write for the publishing notariety, I write because it is part of me, the joy of it, the therapy of it, the love of writing, and to share thoughts and feelings many people have, but can't put into words. I'm sure some literary "critics" have their opinions about my writing, and, can critique it down to the single letter of a word,,,,hahahaha .... That's ok..... I write when the words have finished their journey through my heart, and are screaming to be born onto paper (or the computer screen these days).
I'm happy you liked the poem Pat. That's what "it's" all about !!
M
Quoting Curious2078
Quite remarkable, Willow. quite remarkable indeed. I have NO qualifications for judging poetry, but, in my poetical ignorance, as a simple writer of prose, I think this one is quite amazing. Do you publish? Have you tried? [I'm sure you have....very tough gig these days....] Just wondering what you are doing with poem.... Pat
Quoting Curious2078
Quite remarkable, Willow. quite remarkable indeed. I have NO qualifications for judging poetry, but, in my poetical ignorance, as a simple writer of prose, I think this one is quite amazing. Do you publish? Have you tried? [I'm sure you have....very tough gig these days....] Just wondering what you are doing with poem.... Pat
~smiles~ .... thank you so much for your comment, Pat. All my poetry / prose / and other writing is under copyright as a continuing work of "Shadows of Myself", my collection that actually started when I was in Elementary school, and has poems my Father kept that were written on llittle slips of paper. Through my life, when he was alive, I would send him my poems. I completed the initial 4 books in the 80's. At my Father's behest, I tried the publishing thing only to receive the polite "we are not seeking new poets at this time", or, "for $5000 initial fees we can publish your books" yadda yadda yadda.... So, through the years since the 80's, I have written poems/prose for friends as gifts, or for them to give as gifts, hand written some and framed them as gifts, etc. People have come to me and given me a scenario of what they want to say, and I compose it for them. It is also a therapy for me, to write. In the past years, I have collaberated on the lyrics for several musician friends. I suppose that is published? hahaha .... and I have a few poems published by a dear friend of mine in the Poetry International, India annual book, three of his favorites. Needless to say, poetry and prose books are not one of the "hot selling" items it seems. But, I don't write for the publishing notariety, I write because it is part of me, the joy of it, the therapy of it, the love of writing, and to share thoughts and feelings many people have, but can't put into words. I'm sure some literary "critics" have their opinions about my writing, and, can critique it down to the single letter of a word,,,,hahahaha .... That's ok..... I write when the words have finished their journey through my heart, and are screaming to be born onto paper (or the computer screen these days).
I'm happy you liked the poem Pat. That's what "it's" all about !!
Quite remarkable, Willow. quite remarkable indeed. I have NO qualifications for judging poetry, but, in my poetical ignorance, as a simple writer of prose, I think this one is quite amazing. Do you publish? Have you tried? [I'm sure you have....very tough gig these days....] Just wondering what you are doing with poem.... Pat
Quite remarkable, Willow. quite remarkable indeed. I have NO qualifications for judging poetry, but, in my poetical ignorance, as a simple writer of prose, I think this one is quite amazing. Do you publish? Have you tried? [I'm sure you have....very tough gig these days....] Just wondering what you are doing with poem.... Pat
I know you are having a wonderful time ..... you have a lovely weekend too ..... with many many smiles !! LY too, M
Quoting Sophia2048
Like always..something siritual from you Mari..for the soul. Wonderful and relaxing...good post for the weekend. Thank you, I enjoyed a lot. Have a great weekend my Dear! LY S
Quoting Sophia2048
Like always..something siritual from you Mari..for the soul. Wonderful and relaxing...good post for the weekend. Thank you, I enjoyed a lot. Have a great weekend my Dear! LY S
I know you are having a wonderful time ..... you have a lovely weekend too ..... with many many smiles !! LY too, M
~smiles~ ...... Yes, it is an original work. Thank you so much for your lovely comment. I am so happy you enjoyed it. Willow
Quoting fourmylove
WOW Excellent if you created this then you my friend have graced all of us with a beautiful poem of truth - it is from someones heart and soul - deep, lovely, and without real words to describe its depth
Quoting fourmylove
WOW Excellent if you created this then you my friend have graced all of us with a beautiful poem of truth - it is from someones heart and soul - deep, lovely, and without real words to describe its depth
~smiles~ ...... Yes, it is an original work. Thank you so much for your lovely comment. I am so happy you enjoyed it. Willow
WOW Excellent if you created this then you my friend have graced all of us with a beautiful poem of truth - it is from someones heart and soul - deep, lovely, and without real words to describe its depth
WOW Excellent if you created this then you my friend have graced all of us with a beautiful poem of truth - it is from someones heart and soul - deep, lovely, and without real words to describe its depth
