Me Explorer

September 8, 2003

A couple of things

I slept; I dreamed. I dreamed a lot, but of course most of it is wrapped up in my quilt. Before I woke up I was dreaming about kids and schools. It figures.

Who am I?

On the verge here
exhaustion flaring behind my eyes
I just won’t have it
can you tell yet

Idiocy over the ether
wish me well
that’s all
and don’t ask

A woman of honor and dignity
I wrote it all out once
before I knew much of anything
at all

I want the clouds to crash insultingly
into each other
elbowing themselves into thunderstorms
to scream for me

So all I need to remember
is my name
in case it’s ever held up
to face the sky

~~~~~~~~~~

If you have had enough
the world and its cast of characters
dry as dust to you
but still your heart and soul are given
charged to love when that time
was supposed to be over

Surely
there is enough light left
to lie in hope of living it
a soul listens and waits
in the opening of awareness
to send you your own worth
seeking the language to reach in

Allow a dreamer to dream
to weave toward a time
because she sees the customary unspokenness
and bids you speak
someone’s light spills into your heart
as arms open in an invitation
to dance a true time in this life

~~~~~~~~~~

A bit of Gothic fantasy

Through the parting clouds comes
a winged form
sleek and silhouetted against the night sky
alights framed by a window
subtle and silent and in an instant wingless
in her ancient thirst

Within
behind the air denying velvet curtains
in deep secrecy
a white and naked throat lies
unaware and wanton and defenseless
hair spilling in a rippling halo
across a crisp and pristine pillow

You know what happens next
the first prick
first taste
the drop that trickles
thin wine deep trail
licked up before it mars the sheet

The sleeping form shifts
responds in loosened passion’s frenzy
offering all that she is
to the despoiling need
the dark shadows of the pale seductress
bound now in silence and a growing hunger
through an eternity of nights

Glad you picked the one you ended with to end with… *S*

laerima

September 9, 2003

ooh loving these.. especially the last one. seems a bit out of the ordinary for you, but it also works with the others. in a way. but the line that caught me most is from the first whitter – “exhaustion flaring behind my eyes” – because that describes exactly how i feel right now. *snoozes* i have to go to school. oi. hugs,

Wow…the Vampire strikes again! ryn it’s Tuesday here, you gave me a shiver up my spine cause I’m in another place on Wednesday. I’m having a bad hair week, too many students booked into a programme. Not my glitch but I get the flack. Oops another missile coming my way, must duck. Quacking off now. Hugs

Great work, as usual. I really liked the first one the best, but the second one is quite well done. Thanks for your continued prayers and support, little one.

Mr. parallelogram

cute. Much respect.

you write so well you write so so well *hugs* – Colette

“I want the clouds to crash insultinglyinto each other elbowing themselves into thunderstormsto scream for me.” “someone’s light spills into your heartas arms open in an invitationto dance a true time in this life.” All these poems are wonderful but those 2 excerpts really struck me! Brilliant!

Ooooh, a tri-whitter! : ) Well, I can appreciate the feelings of first one, I love the second one, and … the third one is plenty fun for you silly vampirish gals ; ) Don’t go too batty! Thanks for the poetic puch into this day. Hope yours is a good’n. Hugs and Smiles

Woman of many hats..

Armiel

Starr418

I was dreaming about trying to hook up with Kelly Osborne.. what is up with that??

Velvet Underground

Oh I loved the Vampy one the beat!!! Are you trying to entice me into writing another chapter of DAWN??? 😉 (((HUGS)))

Singing Nun

Ut Oh…your scaring me now…hee hee. You sure Starbucks will quench your thirst???

~Wings~

when I am tired I ever forget my name… its a cloudy morning here… will have to go check if the clouds are crashing insultingly into eachother… 🙂

Mangocitrus

noko

When worlds collide…they make a big old noise. Sometimes I think we long for them to just go ahead.

The Rickster

They’re all wonderful–and themactically at least, you seem to be stretching yourself into new territory. Your recent trip has had much influence on you; I can tell, and it’s all good–so far as I can tell. 🙂

You’re getting mail!

Torin

With a warm smile…

daisymayhem

*waving high* and applauding!

songbird

I’m with Gabrielle about the excerpts, esp. “someone’s light spills into my heart”… They are all lovely, and just a bit different perhaps? Hugs…