Depleted

If I feel depleted
Why should I breathe a name
That carves chunks of my heart
At night
And pending mornings
Sticks them
With meager liquid
That flows
In the deep
Of the dark
side of your
Quivering moon…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art – Midsummer Night near Vejle Fjord by Harald Slott-Møller.

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Engleza de joi/ Chortle

Chortle = laugh in a noisy, gleeful way.

“Books feed and cure and chortle and collide.”
Gwendolyn Brooks (June 7, 1917 – December 2, 2000)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Boris Diodorov (cover for The Little Mermaid).

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Lovely

“Man naturally desires, not only to be loved, but to be lovely; or to be that thing which is the natural and proper object of love.”
Adam Smith (June 16, 1723 – July 17, 1790)

 

 

Art by Vincent van Gogh.

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Spoils of the evening

When I’m not in the right place
I take a step
look into the heart
of a stone
cloud
moonbeam
memory
and get drunk
with the shades
of night’s wish
to light the world…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Hans Dieter.

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Engleza de joi/ Womb

Womb = uterus; a place where something is generated.

“You look at trees and called them “trees,” and probably you do not think twice about the word. You call a star a “star,” and think nothing more of it. But you must remember that these words, “tree,” “star,” were (in their original forms) names given to these objects by people with very different views from yours. To you, a tree is simply a vegetable organism, and a star simply a ball of inanimate matter moving along a mathematical course. But the first men to talk of “trees” and “stars” saw things very differently. To them, the world was alive with mythological beings. They saw the stars as living silver, bursting into flame in answer to the eternal music. They saw the sky as a jeweled tent, and the earth as the womb whence all living things have come. To them, the whole of creation was “myth-woven and elf patterned.”
J.R.R. Tolkien

 

 

Art by Ian Miller.

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Essential

“What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Chelsea Cardinal.

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Vanlifer of the heart

The heart has a puzzling shape
The moment you thought it broke
Becomes twofold.

The moment in a relinquishing evening
You thought it whole
It breaks
Until the morning
When the shape is restored
And your feelings pour like early April rain
Over thirsty lilacs…

“The heart is an organ of fire” –Michael Ondaatje

It flickers and lights the embers of any glib desire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Georg Janny.

 

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Engleza de joi/ Heartbeat

Heartbeat = one complete pulsation of the heart.

“A poem is when you hear the heartbeat of a stone.”
Jean-Pierre Simeón, This is a Poem That Heals Fish

 

 

 

Art by Paul Gauguin (7 June 1848 – 8 May 1903).

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Love

“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.”
Ray Bradbury (August 22, 1920 – June 5, 2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by David Wyatt.

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Encaptured

Her skin is like fire
her breath, distant desire
Flowers meet
for their annual feast
any time you kiss
her meatiness white…

Her hair comes from the stars
a supernova dust
it shines and coils
and transports

all of you

in a magic land…

Where seas are soft and wild

Winds blow

Of unknown stories

That paint and burn

Sounds

On your skin

That rekindle

Every time

She moves in sight…

 

 

 

Art by Julia Gabrielov.

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