Engleza de joi/ Foretell

Foretell = to tell beforehand, to predict.

“The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth’s gods.”
– H. P. Lovecraft

 

Art by Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky.

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Undark

With you I have hovered
Above the sea
In storm
I smelled the tropical dew
Of winter flowers…
I have seen clouds
Dissolute like dreams
Of perpetual summers…

With you I stopped
Breathing
Over the color of a
Rose.
Red like choking
Pain.

 

Art by Howard Pyle.

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Engleza de joi/ Exhilarated

Exhilarated = make (someone) feel very happy, animated, or elated.

“Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.”
Ernest Hemingway

 

Art by Charles Courtney Curran.

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Chaos

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Art by Kinuko Y Craft.

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What is the sound of a feeling?

It is what you hear
as vibe of Love
like thunderstorms
stripping the coat
of your soul.
You are undressed and protected
when sounds propagate
to create a garden of lilies

touching the ravishing gold
of water
rippling with innocence
and magnificence
in the winds
in the winters
and in the snows of June.

Art by Julius Von Klever.

 

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Engleza de joi/ Horned

Horned = crescent-shaped (literary); furnished with a horn or horns.

“Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.” –  Gerard De Nerval

 

Art by Rob Gonsalves.

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The moon and the sixpence

“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack London (Martin Eden)

You belong with the legions of toil that must grub in the dirt for the sixpence. You belong with the legions that dare lift their eyes to contemplate the moon to substitute food for the dance of imagination. You belong with the vulgar and with the spirited being what carries the tinge of heaven in a smile.

You belong with all that is hard, low and unbeautiful, yet you dare live with the stars and make stardust trails. You belong by rights with the legions of strive, nevertheless in one corner of the mind there is an inverted eye that yearns for the lunarian shape-shifting beauty.

You belong by rights to creativity and labor. Creativity is vision or as Samuel Butler vanguardly put (almost two centuries ago):  “When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.”

Creativity is strategy. Strategy must vary as does the moon.

We are not so busy looking at the moon that we do not see the sixpence at our feet. Nor are we so engulfed in drudge that we do not see the sky. We’d better see the moon and the sixpence all at once. Our dreams and our toils should answer all our questions in the change of crescents to vanishing waning moons.

 

Art by Inma Gonzales Vazquez.

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Trail away

Trail me away
with questions
and the weight of your love.
Abyss is not yet invented
Just seen in shadow moons…

Cast me away
with a thought
replenishing with haze
in mid mountain mornings…

I carry feelings
in my pockets
and stories of you
to guard my garden of lilies…

Every night
I wash myself of you
until another one comes written…

 

Reposting an old poem from 2015.

Art by John William Waterhouse.

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Engleza de joi/ Stitch

Stitch = one in-and-out movement of a threaded needle in sewing, embroidering, or suturing.

“The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.”
Ray Bradbury

 

Art by Jacek Yerka.

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To be in love

The Sea is a fickle lover
One day sweet as
honey dew
The other bitter
like sin…
that makes you
fall harder
as if hit
by a ton of bricks
made of water glass
Sincerity.

It loves you back
with ardor
You have been dissolved…
Both limbs and heart
know no more
than
liquid love
that once was only
words…

Dawn hovering over the Black Sea until the first rays break into so many winged good news:

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