nature – MindWraith

Bated Breath.

Everyone’s waiting with bated breath when the buzzing flies slows to a still when the winds stand and not a grain of sand shifts when oceans and lakes mirror the frozen skies. All waiting.. Waiting for the resounding crack of a shell breaking

A splinter.

Poetry textured wooden wall with splinters and large chunks coming off, painted in blues

A splinter in the vast A splice of time A day in Mayflies A momentary split Dawn till Night engulfs whole

A moment in You

Poetry rain drops on a glass with a blurred background of green and lights

Time cease when I fall in your spell a moment stretches to eternity— misty breaths stirrings of the heart I surprise myself when I awake to the rhythm of life— A Day has gone past in an hour of the Hand. In such moments, Love I can believe ***

Terrifyingly Alive.

heart strings taut vocal cords strummed fingers plucking the very air of silence pulling in souls consumed by grey days like the pied piper an artist in their element beautifying the world in colors and impressions, little divine creations words of enchantments music, dance and drunkenness drawing those clouded eyes to bloom in beauty andContinue reading “Terrifyingly Alive.”

Life’s Fervor

Poetry a single small purple flower surrounded by yellow flowers in a close patch of grass

rose tinted lenses blades of grass between the toes puffs of clouds in smoke dappled sunlight seeping in rolling hills of belly laughter butterfly kisses on puckered flowers fur nuzzling in heat fingers softly tracing skin sensational aphrodisiac

Impermanence.

Poetry sea waves in sunset waving into the sands of the beach

Here and gone like barefooted imprints on the sands near the shores There and not there washed away by the waves a secret touch that none feel but two dissolving into one . . .

Thrum.

Poetry abstract are with colors nebulizing from the center with sunflowers facing that center

Everyday Thrum with yourself break apart in a thousand hues a thousand subtle hues more and even more thousand sheer glimmers, then barely perceptible and then something unknown and magical terrible and beautiful

The Baton.

Poetry tall spires of buildings risings from thick mist of the past or future?

Someone else will pick up the Music that never ends The baton passed on hand to hand from the relics of the past to now to the whispers of the future A building, a deepening of all that is None know the beginnings nor know the sound of the final note It goes on AContinue reading “The Baton.”

Part your lips.

The floodgates are open run your cords raw shatter the decaying constructs of rotting scaffoldings preserved barely on pickled tongues. Part your lips let Spring come through speak your truth live your truth let the warm blood coursing through you resonate with your wildest ridiculous dream love impossibly laugh infectiously It is truly a privilegeContinue reading “Part your lips.”

Wo(mb)Man.

Poetry A stone goddess rising from the outcropping of a a rock jutting out from the Earth in a backdrop of greying skies

Heat waves rising from her skin her body uncoiling like a snake lengthening felinely through the spine shoulder wings spread wide as an eagle chest bare with udders full. The womb of herself embraced reclaiming all that was taken given away unawares in her sleep enticed by promises whispered. The body that is shunned, shamedContinue reading “Wo(mb)Man.”