Night mare running through my dreams brings visions to my waking she's my wild mind she's my fears she's my darkest feelings
As a child I feared the mare because she brought such terror now I know that what she brings is only a mirror
Night mare, night mare riding into darkness
When I close my eyes at night the day slips away I feel her presence drawing near her breath upon my face
I weave my fingers through her mane my legs wrap round her belly in my dreams we are as one riding into darkness
Night mare, night mare in my darkest hours
Darkness overtakes me and my eyes no longer see she takes me in and calms the beating heart that burns beneath my skin
Poetry editions available now ~ Volume 1 ~ Spring 2017 ~ Up to Now Volume 2 ~ Summer 2017 ~ the interconnectedness of all things Volume 3 ~ Summer 2019 ~ Dream Worlds
Up to Now published ~ 2017
the interconnectedness of all things
published ~ 2017
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Dream Worlds published ~ 2019
my newest book of poetry, all written from my dreams... "From this in-between place, I allow words to flow, coming from my whole being, not just the verbal, conceptual part of my brain, letting myself speak in a language of the body, the heart, the senses, the soul. Sometimes it sounds strange, because it’s from another place, a foreign country, the motherland of poetry. Each poem becomes its own being, expressing its unique character in its own form and dialect. " ~ excerpt from my guest blog, Painting With Words, on Robert Moss' blog: Mossdreams.blogspot.com
Scarlet Silk (song)
crimson flows across her throat coursing in ripples between her breasts lying, arms outstretched eyes misted with transcendent visions
a smile curves across her lips as sweetly releasing, she reveals her sorrows and her joys and dancing, lets the window of her heart open to the sky
her limbs move with languid ease as gently unwinding, she removes her final garment and laughing, lets the scarlet-colored silk crumple to the floor
Ponderosa
slow motion day body waits sits for a long time mind is elsewhere day a long stretch unbroken phone ringing why did i come here grass drying in hot breeze rocks and big sky stump full of peppermint running with dogs sleeping with cats we live for each other and ourselves new blood today backache and tired trying to be true
mother’s veins
tributaries of mother’s veins flow together following our guide with the snake around his neck
down river down path island beach lined with boats dead loved-ones gathered singing and dancing at the crossing place her mountain range breasts and rolling meadow hips upon which we gather feather and bone ceremony around the fire prepares us for journeying
and as they danced
and as they danced the women waved their arms threw their hair swirling their black veils into the air
hands touched in flowering gestures around their hips and shoulders their skin grew warm their breath deep
and as they danced the snake wound around their feet intertwined at the ankles slowly binding them all together