September 26, 2010 Features

Our Secret Garden of Thoughts

“If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing it to the trees.” Khalil Gibran

One of the most delicious parts about being surrounded by artists and writers, for me, is that each piece takes me into a new world. Artists tend to reveal their innermost secret thoughts, feelings, demons, and dreams through their work. It’s like walking through a secret garden, which is how I felt after I put these features together. Please tread softly as you peruse these artists innermost feelings.

Savina by Jessica Walker

Del by rowanmacs

a shadow of herself by Jessica Andrews

Don’t you ever leave by Elox

un~TOUCHED by jacqleen

the road trip by clancy214

THERE IS A TREMBLING OF THE HEART by Blake Steele

There is a trembling
of the heart that comes
in the presence of birth,
or death,
or a pure soul:
for then is sensed
the ceaseless origin
of all things
and a kind of music
of mystery
that has no words…
only an imperceptible
energetic movement.
There is an unbloomed blossom
always opening towards us;
there is milk for our lips
constantly dribbling
from a soft, spiritual breast
until we take off our bodies
to sink beyond silence
into the teeming throngs
of a wing-packed sky.

imagining a kiss by Siki Dlanga

i had
something
profound
to say.
but now apparently i,
i lost my words
in your mouth.

(c) siki dlanga
27Sept2010

prayer of the unburdened earth of her heart by Sesheshet

If I whisper my story to a fallen leaf
will Spring bloom upon it
like a wind
from my mouth?

And will you kiss me then;
being able to taste
the way you feel
inside your skin
as I deflower this early red Maple
and inhale
a sweet harvest of red as love Lily?

And if I burst into flames
will you touch my red stars
(like a child would a butterfly’s wing)
as they fly
through the sky
overhead—
through the galaxy
inside your head?

And will you catch one?

And name it simply,
Heart?

And when the night drowns you in loss
and the dawn doesn’t come up at all,

will you carve me a Love
out of driftwood,
from the beach
of infinity’s end—
and paint it pure white
to match
All you know

and All
that you
do not?

For then,
perhaps,
when the moon blinks her big arctic eye one more time,
resetting
her dials due north—
and the gods turn their backs
on the sun while they bathe
in the tumultuous tourmaline sea—

our stories will sprout
from the cave of our beings
carving galaxies of unnamable stars
on the skin of the early red Maple
at the end of the traveller’s path,
and memories of if, when and why,
and the pain all consuming
of holding and held,
and prison, unrequited, and hell

will be free

and will be no more

than a breeze
off the face
of dawn’s highest
pink powder mountain.

© Kristin Reynolds 9 23 2010

man go by veuvenoire

you caress the curves of a fruit
and peel off its skin
to uncover the sweetness within
slowly, slowly – squeezing the flesh,
juice drips from your fingers.

you bare the core
gnawing and nibbling it clean
suck in the moisture
sweet joy – licking your lips,
passion shows on your face.

who buzzed the blender?
mashing the flesh into pulp
intention of the fruit abused
caress prohibited – beauty destroyed,
what cruel way to be punished for juiciness!

we mixed it with fluffy cream
seasoned with finely ground sugar
still carrying the promise of cane
licked it off – sticky skin,
is it the way to console?

Next Full Moon by Linaji

All’s he ever wanted was
A hand on his shoulder while he was writing
About his love for her.
She made it feel like his life was everlasting
Because her vision of him was always so kind

All’s he ever wanted was
A smile from her
As he walked into the space she occupied
She felt such a joy he knew
But sometimes could not figure out why.

One day he asked her:
“Why do you love me so much?”

She said:
I plan on loving you everyday.
When I get up I shower with a vision of
Our love wrapped tight around us
and I don’t miss a day.

She went on…

“Our love is ours, and ours to give freely
So why not love you darling?
I love my life,
When you are not here, I love anyway
Everything I choose to;
when I see you walk into my world
You feel like a gift every time”

He liked that he was just a little bit more to her
Than their dog Alice who he knew she loved desperately
Or her friend Midggie whom she talked to endlessly
Or even the fired egg sandwich on rye she savored at
Langlys Coffee House

He felt a love like this
could just be something
worth cultivating and promoting in his
own heart everyday;

“Don’t forget”
he said to himself,

“Sometimes she likes wild flowers at midnight”

Smiling like a man who found out a true secret

He marked that down in his calendar

next full moon

Linaji 2010

Lunatic by ModernMythology

My gypsy soul has found a home
Under clear skies and Ethereal Moon
As I dance away in mortal shell
My spirit soars like an elemental
Past this Savage Garden of being
Into the astral plane
I am a shaman
A witch
A child of The Divine
And I sing haunting lullabies under the night skies
Symphonies of pounding heart
And rhythms of powerful soul
Set ablaze under moonlight
And the Gods listen
They listen
To the sounds of my spirit

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One thought on “September 26, 2010 Features

  1. Whenever writer’s block seems to creep into my life, it’s always comforting to find worthwhile voices like the poetry featured here. Congratulations to all writers and visual artists, outstanding contributions!

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