Hi everyone, a few days ago I chose this week’s features. An interesting mix of drama, visual metaphors, sensibility and overall statements. Please congratulate all the wonderful and talented artists. Duffboy
“its paradox” by robinellenlucas
ever emerging
all sides
of you
choose the
one in your now
who is
in between
your dark night
your early dawn
rising
because it knows
what to do
…next
is it the
mystery
u n f o l d i n g
its view
its paradox
that chooses
without limits
to protect you?
© r.e.l. 7/20/11
“Your spirit looks a lot like the fog but boy do I know the difference” by DominicSavio
Oh God
Your
spirit
in
vades
my
person
hood
like a
spiral
around
my
spine and
You
wrap
around
my
spirit
man
like a choker
with black
ribbon
and
precious
gems
like
replicas
of
Your eyes
and I
am
ice
without
You.
“The Loop” by RC deWinter
It does no good to say “Forget,”
what is experienced burns in the brain.
It does no good to say “Move on,”
what is within simply follows along.
And not looking back doesn’t alter
the past or wipe away memories, feelings, intent.
If buried, these things resurrect
doggedly as surely as some claim Christ rose from the tomb.
But they appear not miraculously
restored but as ragged skeletons clothed with shreds of flesh,
now grinning, exhibiting their
fragile framework for what it ever was –
a wish, a hope, a dream, a curse –
to accompany silently down all the years
the unfortunate pilgrim who
struggles to make sense of misplaced affection,
unfounded trust, perception
colored by desire and losses that could not be cut,
but must be paid for again
and again with the rising and setting of the
eternal sun.
© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
“inVisible” by wildwomenlove
As a receptacle for your rape and pillage
i remain invisible
to your lost sense of humanity
As a middle child to the nuclear family
i remain invisible
to your parental nurture
As a daughter to women who cherish men
i remain invisible
to your favouritism
As you label me a person with some kind of incapacity
my achievements remain invisible
to your boxed-in concepts
As an artist in a world motivated by greed
i remain invisible
to your economic rationalism
As a child in a world of responsibility
my childlike wisdoms remain invisible
as they fall upon deaf ears
As a mother waiting tables of bloodline
i remain invisible
to your gratitude and recognition of value
As aging attempts to put all my eggs in one basket
i become invisible
in a society which romanticizes youth
The flame of my Self burns brightly
whether it is seen by others or not
it lights my way
on my death bed I will meet my Self
and all shall be visible
Once and for all
Blessed be
© wildwomenlove poetry
“Uncontrollablefailure” by Nathan Emery
She
fell down so far,
out of my reach
but not out of my sight.
I watched her
crash and burn
in the bottom of a bottle of crown
and I tried to reach down
but she didn’t even look up
to see my expression;
the red in my eyes.
I didn’t want to let her go
but she was never
really in my grasp.
So maybe I’m the one that fell;
into a bottle of vodka and vicoden,
to drown her out
to drown the world out…
to drown me out.
She split and spilt in every direction
except the one I was standing in;
just trying to catch her,
trying to clean her up
but missing every single drop.
“lay down now, little sister” by greeneyedlady
i still see him
walking up and down the darkened street
he held a shotgun in his hands
he held our lives as he always had
and two faces too little to be seen
were peeking over the edge of the windowsill
and i was whispering hollow words
lay down now, little sister
it’s just some cats running through the garbage cans
and for the fear he brought down
a father’s raucous shouts and a mother’s terrified cries
shatter the quiet of the night
would he shoot the gun?
she knew very well he might
and she waited
for the night to edge a little toward the light
and when the neighbors said settle down
or we’re calling the police, man
i thought
they’ll take you in and dry you out
and i hope you never get out of the can!
but for any of you who have ever tried
to reason with a wickedly drunken man
well, you know the decision to put the gun down
wasn’t made out of love at all
he just stepped wrong took a little fall
and it dropped from his unsteady hands….
now i don’t know how we ever did it
how we managed to pretend it never happened
our eyes would meet but we’d just look away
and two faces, too little to understand
but never too old to pretend
to be sleeping
in their beds
in that house
in the way that only scared little kids can
lay down now, little sister
it’s just some cats running through the garbage cans…
Artemis by Lynnette Shelley
End by Matteo Pontonutti
White Light by Lissie Rustage
Porcine by Lynnette Shelley
The Pecking Order by Glitterfest
4 Eyes by Paul (Quixote) Alleyne
Touched by Fire 