This Is Who I Am

 I call to thee,
The clouds and the sea,
The blue sky my alibi
As I lie in the reeds,
Hidden in the dunes,
Waves at my feet,
Gulls crying out, stoic sentinels
Waiting to nip the scuttling crabs -
They scatter the breeze,
And I call to thee,
Fluid rhythm of being in the now,
At one with the Sun, the sand, the scallop shells,
All memories gone, all thoughts tamed,
This is who I am, nothing yet everything,
Silent yet vibrating,
Vibrating yet silent,
The pulse of the Earth my heart,
The sky above my Soul,
This is who I am…
 
This is who I am. 
 

Dena L Moore
March 11, 2024

A Traveler in the Shadows

 My heart burns,
Volcanic intensity rising,
A cauldron of desire, liquid fire
To be one -
Echoes of energy cross in tidal pools,
Fiery waves, brilliant white light -
Can you hear me?
Shifting patterns as I turn,
Seeking that connection of unity
Once lost, now lost again
But I’m not on my knees, no,
My heart burns -
I am alone here, a wanderer
Amongst the glitter of Stars,
A traveler in the shadows of Giants,
Seen but not seen, known but not known,
A solitary Spirit bursting to contain
The Universe.
 

Dena L Moore
Feb 17, 2024

No Turning Back

The whispering of the trees,
A rustling language, leaves in the breeze,
And I wander, Oh, how I wander,
Peaceful in my distress,
Lost within my knowing -
There’s no turning back.
 
Sunlight streams through the branches,
A kiss from the Heavens
Tempering my Spirit,
Readying me for the horizon’s gaze,
The summit of my adventure
When light fades to night

And the stars are silent.

Dena L Moore
December 28, 2022 

A Volunteer Awakened

The wind whispers silently, no rustling of leaves,
All branches bare, winding ever skyward -
I hear the silence of the breeze, it beckons,
A wave of energy guiding my pulse,
Each step forward blind but certain,
Each star a guidepost glowing gently galaxies away .
 

I am anchored here, a torch in the darkness,
Drawing down the brilliance of the Heavens -
A volunteer awakened, I embrace my oneness with
The green of the grass, the rush of the waves to shore,
The delicate whispers of the wind, the vibration of the crystals,
I am awake, alive, aligned,
 
At peace in my new ancient home.
 
Dena L Moore
November 27, 2021

 

 

 

 

The Sacred Flame

 I still feel your hands in my hair,
The whisper of my name on your lips,
Our energy melding, dancing,
A flame upon water, always burning…
 
This love is the sacred flame and I,
I tend it faithfully, a Vestal Virgin
Biding time in white cotton, locked into
The movements, the rhythm of living my occupation
 
But I’m wandering,
I’m wandering, my love,
I’m calling out, my hair unbound,
Billowing like a comet streaking across the heavens,
 
A comet only you can see,
Breathing fire through your heart,
My soul pressed into yours,
Our energy entwined…eternity.
 
Dena L Moore
July 24, 2021

 The Wall Broken
 
Abyss of uncertainty, the great black hole,
Jagged memories shifting, light-speed,
Unredeemable,
The sense of falling yet standing still,
This is my heart,
How it beats into the void of emotion,
Drowning in the currents, flowing ever faster,
No sense of bearing, or the ability to catch myself,
Lack of solidarity, no earth below,
No ocean, no trees, no black sand beaches,
Where I long to go,
No.
 
Lack of intention, a falsehood mentioned,
Yet I know the truth -
The reaper reaps, as fragments cascade upon one another,
Destroying the foundation, the wall broken, rocks tumbling
Dead weight into…a darkness so dark,
 Indescribable
Black shroud pulled back, tied in place, the fierce beating -
Death approaching.
Disembodied thoughts fight for dominance,
Scattered into space…uncontainable, destructive,
And I fall swiftly back into that place,
Where only I can go.
No…
 
 
Dena L Moore
March 21, 2021

Gathering Strength

Gathering Strength

 He came, the Destroyer,
Malevolent masked beast digging tunnels,
Scorching earth,
No…no turning back, no rescue forthcoming,
Forlorn but never broken…almost, ah, yes…
Almost

No turning back from this,

But not quite.
The canopy gone, branches bare,
Exposed,
But roots, how deep they run, reaching
Down…so far down where he can’t reach,
The flames can’t reach, can’t go below
Where the tendrils grow…no.

Dipped into the underground waters,
Gathering strength,
Growing in the dark,
In my secret sacred place I am safe,
Safe as I have always been, bending, yes,
Bending…but

My mind does not break.

Dena L Moore
August 5, 2020

 

 

Blue Lotus - updated

I come to you
As I always do, slip into the temple
Where we first kissed;
Our secret space still breathes,
The energy alive, vibrant with our hunger
Pulsating Blue Lotus -
Yes, I am yours.

Left with the memories
Of Blue on Red,
Upper and Lower,
We merge, galaxy within galaxy -
You, the river carving new pathways,
I, the bank capturing your waters,
Still wild, still contained

And I come to you, as I always do,
I slip into our temple,
Our Sacred place,
Still alive, Silent yet vibrating,
You are there, yes, you are always there,
Waiting…
Pulsating Blue Lotus -

I am still yours.

 

Dena L Moore
June 29, 2020 

 

 

 

Ecstatic...and enraptured

I am so full of joy and can't contain myself any longer...January can't get here fast enough, lol. I am not sure if I've ever looked forward to anything else so much in my entire life...perhaps the birth of the children, but I can't think of anything else that could possibly compare.

I want to sing but not much will come out...I have lost my voice entirely several times over the past few days. It starts to come back, then it's gone again.

I should try to write a poem but I need to save my focusing for the horoscopes and a ritual I have to write for a lady, so I have come to ramble to myself for a few moments. I would much rather be face to face with my love...we always seem to have plenty to talk about, lol. It is really wonderful to be so close and share so much and to understand one another, most of the time without having to think about it. Although I had to go through the recent purging, I feel now it was absolutely essential for it to occur before January...and now I am back to my dreaminess and sense of joy. There are really no words to describe it. The word joy cannot contain it...it is something that cannot be understood unless one has felt it!

I am enraptured by him...his amazing eyes, gorgeous smile, and everything else...that brain of his, wow. His light. His aura. I could spend the rest of my life writing about him (and just may!). In moments such as this, I truly desire nothing more than to be with him, gazing at him...exploring him...reveling in his mystery. And while I realize that life cannot be so idyllic and we will always have to come back down to earth and deal with daily life, the moments when we are riding high together, touching the higher planes (and touching each other as well) will be beyond anything I could have previously dreamed of. This is me opening and not being fearful...not worrying. Trusting. It's been a long road to get to this place but I would do it all over again if it led me into his arms. I would do it 100 times if that is what it would take.

sigh -

I should start drawing again or working with pastels...words are not giving me enough release, not bringing out enough of what I am feeling - this multi-colored, living, breathing thing within me that is constantly pulsing...this is my love for him as he moves within me in Spirit. I can only fantasize about him moving within me in Form...oh, and I do. I want him so badly; to touch his face, kiss his lips, to taste him. To give myself to him; to please him. To hear him laugh; to watch him sleep. Ok, time to stop or I won't get any work done today and I risk turning my blog into erotica, lol. Wow, just thinking about him makes me breathless and......

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just incredible. It may be a good thing we have a few days together before the conference begins, LOL!!!! Might need a few solid weeks the way I'm feeling today. I'm laughing so hard.

So to keep this a 'poetry' blog instead of just my private fantasy world, I will share a poem I wrote earlier this year (yes, of course he is in it...any poetry with a sexual element or love element written in the past year or so is always about him in some way!). I like this one because it is erotic.


Wild and Windswept

She lies like a mystery
Unraveled, untamed…a wild, fluctuating coast,
Wind-swept caresses haunting the harbor,
A light up ahead - dim.

No sound but my heartbeat
Thudding like footsteps on stone, softly insistent.
Dark clouds rage above, a mad master’s dance
Heavy with rain, ominous.

It is the fierceness of the storm
Drawing me near, pulling me down the rough-edged path,
Calling out a rhythm in waves washing through me,
Tension drawn in the sky - pierced with lightning -

And I am in my element, feral and fleshly,
Hair tossing behind me as I flow down , down, dancing
To the shore, to the swelling crests crashing chest-high,
Rocking toward me as I reach out to her,

Laughing sensually to the beat of her pulse,
My flesh rising with desire to roll with her, to sway and swirl,
Pivot and gyrate, to move with such pounding intensity,
The power teasing and potent, unrestrained…

I think of you with me, turbulent and inflamed,
Your body vivid and wild, moving against me,
Fluctuating and windswept, haunting me as she taunts the shore,
As she crashes and tames, rocking and pulling,

I think of you, your mystery,
The dream of your flesh, your flashing eyes devouring,
The control and force of your Spirit arousing -
I’m fierce in my desire; I’m eager to be tamed.

Dena L Moore
August 2, 2009

Put your lips on my mouth

Me...tonight...exactly what I am feeling and describes it perfectly (other than the cut-off jeans part - and I am much more patient!). Oh...oh...if only he knew...

I need to write some poetry but...

Lyrics to 'Wanted' by Jessie James.

I wanna lie in my bed
And do nothing
I don’t care what anyone says
I got you on my mind
Thinking about one thing
Gonna show you how I do it best

Put my lips on your mouth
Keep you comin around
Cus I like it
Put your hands on my hips
Take me down
Sink this ship
Boy I can’t resist

I wanna wear my hair wild in a mess
Cut off jeans, can you get with that?
Give you something like you’ve never had
Cus I only wanna be wanted by you
I wanna tease you till you’re begging me
And you’re on your knees
And its hard to breathe
And every other time is just a memory
Cus I only wanna be wanted by you

Those other guys when they call
I might answer
But you’re the one I’m thinking bout
So baby don’t disappoint
Just move faster
And show me what you’re feeling now

Put your lips on my mouth
Keep it comin around
Cus I like it
Nothings wrong
It’s so right
Got permission from me tonight
So turn off the lights

I wanna wear my hair wild in a mess
Cut off jeans, can you get with that?
Give you something like you’ve never had
Cus I only wanna be wanted by you
I wanna tease you till you’re begging me
And you’re on your knees
And it’s hard to breathe
And every other time is just a memory
Cus I only wanna be wanted by you

Now I’m going crazy
I’m tired of waiting
My lips are on fire
I just want you to know
I’m losing my patience
For the time that you’ve wasted

Put your lips on my mouth
Put your lips on my mouth
Put your lips on my...

I wanna wear my hair wild in a mess
Cut off jeans, can you get with that?
Give you something like you’ve never had
Cus I only wanna be wanted by you
I wanna tease you till you’re begging me
And you’re on your knees
And it’s hard to breathe
And every other time is just a memory
Cus I only wanna be wanted by you

I give thanks for another day of loving

“Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.”

~Kahlil Gibran

*sigh*

There is a new poem up called "I Am In The Air, Mercurial"...it is VERY short! But I like it anyhow.

Uranian madness!

How amazing life is when Uranus is active...simply amazing. I never know what I will wake up to day to day. I think the only real way to keep one's sanity and deal with all the ups and downs and twists and turns is to LAUGH! Just laugh and laugh until you can't laugh anymore. That's what I do on roller coasters; laugh my ass off.

I laugh in the face of danger - ha ha ha roar (good ol' Lion King)

I am blessed, I know that I am and even while the great majority of those I care about the most are far from me, they are always in my heart. I have been touched so many times so deeply...and lately, when the floor is starting to shift out from under my feet, I have found that 'angels' are supporting me. I have never known what it is like to have someone truly be there for me when I need someone...I have never before known what it was like to have emotional support of any kind other than what I've been able to provide for myself. I think this must mean I have 'graduated' from a specific school of Soul torture. Progress...hell yes! And while I still fall into black moods, they do not last very long at all (see my last blog!).

No matter what, I get by, I survive, and I do it with a smile...even if I have to shed a few tears first I know that I will be smiling shortly, so that tears are nothing but a release...a flow.

Sometimes I still feel very alone but I know that is just an illusion. There are a few like myself out there and I have found them - or they me - and that gives a sense of solidarity when I must deal with the 'others'. It helps me to be a little more patient, a little more tolerant, and I am practicing tolerance and compassion as much as possible these days. It is still a MAJOR struggle to not want to smack the crap out of other drivers 20+ times a day, but at least I am no longer cursing them verbally quite so much as I used to. I am trying (very hard) to accept that YES, Stupidity is a fact of life. I am also learning to accept that YES, the great majority of the population see nothing but themselves nor do they care to be open to other perspectives. And I am working on accepting that many of those who think they are Spiritual and compassionate are just as selfish, egotistical, and ignorant of the feelings of others as those who do not put on such pretenses.

Beyond all that, I am doing what I can to make self-adjustments and not worry so much about what others are doing. Either they fit into my flow or they do not - and vice versa. No crimps in the wire please, lol.

I give thanks for all I am and all that I will be...thanks for my real friends (especially those elite who communicate and work on the same plane as I do), for those who try to help even if they can't, for my clients, and my children.

Sending love to those who can receive it and even those who can't! To those who have hurt me, to those who have lied to and deceived me, to those who want to kill me, to those who think I am crazy, to those who fear me...to everyone. As I said, Uranus is all about LAUGHING...Laugh hysterically and just enjoy the irony, the free falls, the pitch-black tunnels, all of it!

Dena

PS There's a poem I posted a few days back called "A Motif Foreign"

Imagery of Fire & Flame

I've been thinking about how often the imagery of fire and flame appears in my writing as well as my imagination and thoughts...I wouldn't say that I use it more than anything else, but quite often, especially when writing somewhat erotic pieces. It's not unusual, I suppose, but I come from a very - let's just say - HEATED history and still, to this day, smell fire or feel heat when there isn't anything obvious happening or showing. When I was little I would get up in the night searching for fires quite often and that still happens occasionally because I really do smell it. I have a very sensitive sense of smell and this may explain some of it.

I like to sit and watch flames dance, just sit in the quiet watching in a somewhat meditative state. I do this with candles and fireplaces and rarely (these days) bon fires. It can be used as a door into deeper parts of myself or connect me to the Universe so I can receive messages. It may be my so-called 'lack' of fire in my chart (I have to laugh about that though, as I can be very fiery - I do truly count my Aries DSC and my first house planets), or it may be my history. Perhaps a combination of things...but what I am dancing around is my quest to understand why I so often use fire in erotic works. The passion? The feeling of being consumed? Dying such a glorious 'death'...or the desire to be so intensely involved with a special someone that it feels as if we are so hot for one another that we ARE on fire?

Yes, I know, I can be a bit of a dreamer but I do have intense needs and desires. Yet I am a realist enough to understand that no one can actually set the sheets on fire (or can they? lol)...nor would I truly want to catch fire (again) but it is a sensual, consuming image and I like it.

LOL...this is how my mind works, in twists and turns until I come to the conclusion. All that jabber lead me back to a simple "sensual, consuming image and I like it." There's the answer.

So...I have a new poem up called Falling Away in Ashes with, yes, fire and flames and burning consumption...

Cool misty mornings and fog on the rocks in the evening

I am in a very soft and sensual mood...a poetic mood but not so much with a need to write it but rather to have it written for me or read to me. Something to touch me so deeply that I will catch my breath and daydream for hours. I am a blessed woman. I am so very loved and even in the moments I forget, my dear friends are there hiding in the shadows, just waiting for a moment to give me more love. And how I love them too, oh so much.

Life can be rough...it isn't always easy to be a starving artist (or starving astrologer), but in my quiet moments I know I how blessed I am in so many ways, even if I have yet to maintain a solid material base, lol.

Today is one of my dearest and oldest (wow, 25 years we've known one another!) friend's birthday and he took his time to give me this tidbit of poetic affection (after telling me how FL does not suit me): your vibe is totally cool misty mornings and fog on the rocks in the evening

I do not know why but I truly love that description of myself...I see how accurate it is...something wild, uncontrollable, permeating, and yet soft all at once. Even the fog on rocks fits well...underneath my soft, yielding, inherently loving self is a streak of solid and immovable, steadfast will - a rock core.

I am listening to Carli Bruni. I absolutely adore her voice. Right now it is "Le Ciel Dans une Chambre (Il Cielo in Una Stanza)."

When I am in such a mood I read poetry...not just 'famous' poets, but also poets like myself, those who write because they need to or want to. Actually, that is pretty much all poets, even the ones who eventually become well known (generally after they are dead!). So tonight I have been reading the works of others on Author's den and found this absolute gem, which I hope you will enjoy too.


Her Middle Name is Music
by Gene Williamson
Friday, June 05, 2009
　
I like the rhythm in her walk,
I like the tempo in her talk,
the crescendo when she kisses me.
She’s a living, loving melody,
a Grand ‘Ol Opry jamboree.
Her middle name is music.

She’s an operatic aria,
a philharmonic orchestra,
an anatomic symphony,
a rhapsody at Carnegie.

I like her syncopated hips,
the heart-shaped music on her lips,
Read the rest here!

Ahhh...

I'm going to go sink further into Bruni's voice now.

Sweet love,

Dena

Each breath I take has the potential...

I am in the process of becoming...each breath I take has the potential to bring a new perspective...every time I exhale I am connected with all that is. I have reached a crossroad in my growth, a point where I can see the land unfolding before me in the distance, undulating and beautiful, like cherry blossoms in the spring or the sweet laughter of a child at play. This is the path I wish to take, to tread lightly upon yet remain grounded in form. It is not that I haven't been on path up until now because certainly I have, although I have chosen a very rocky and unsteady road to travel upon...but if I continue upon this road it will only become steeper and more dangerous. I am sure many of you have seen road signs in a mountainous area that says "Watch for falling rocks." Well, I have no desire to be one of those rocks crashing unceremoniously.

My main obstacle now - which I have been aware of for several years - is basically my health. Without that, we have nothing. And I have struggled with several health issues that I know, without a doubt, can be healed through diet. I have experience with implementing dietary interventions for both myself and my son but I tend to fall off the boat when stress becomes too much. When the bank account is empty and little is flowing to me, it becomes a major struggle because, let's face it, it is much cheaper to eat fast food or carbohydrates than it is to nourish ourselves with organic fruits and vegetables and free-range or grass-fed meats. Modern food is addictive and the dietary guidelines provided, at least here in the US, are ridiculously misleading. I know what I need to do diet-wise to heal myself and to become the healthy, glowing individual I wish to be...I see the potential but have yet to develop a smooth-flowing source of income that would support these changes. I love my work and am developing several new things but these things take time.

Once I heal myself physically I know I will move more toward healing others physically. I see a wide open gap that I can help fill and once I complete my studies - both bookwise, in the field, and with my Self healing - I will be a very valuable source for others. I feel myself moving further and further away from working with relationships but it tends to go in a spiral sort of cycle. It no longer holds the fascination or the challenge it once did. When I'm bored, I must move on...only the karma and soul growth aspects of the work are interesting now.

Please send me a few new Soul paths or Karmic Synastry readings soon!

I've been told it takes courage to write about my personal challenges and life in my blogs but I don't know...I feel that I connect more powerfully to the Universe and to the web of life through sharing myself with the world in this context. I have little need to prove myself to others or indeed, to hide myself from others. I feel that by genuinely expressing my own being that it helps others realize that they too can be who they are without fear. The trouble with the world is that most care way too much what others think of them...and people criticize and judge others harshly usually because they are projecting part of themself outward on the other. The one who irritates you the most is the one who is expressing a characteristic that is also your own, only demonized or kept as a shadow by one's personality/ego. What we do not understand, we have a tendency to fear...this is why so many have feared me, because they do not understand me. I do not fit in with the general population, the societal mindframe, or the expectations of others. This has caused me great grief at times in my life where others have attacked me or tried to change me. I have been critical of others in the past and I have worked long and hard with this lesson myself. It was very difficult when I was younger to not fear those who do not resonate with me - certainly any young child or teenager or even young adult would fear those who feared them and threatened them! So while they were attacking me, I in turn would critcize them either openly (rarely) or within my own being. I did not understand that it was I who was the threat to them! I felt I was being unfairly ostracized but while this may break others and cause them to become what others want them to be in order to lessen the pain, it did not break me because I am very pig-headed and very rebellious. The more others wanted to break me, the more fearful I truly became as I became a negative source of power. In retrospect I can clearly see now where I created my own obstacles and erected my own fortress around my heart and being. Yet I do not blame myself for what was, nor do I harbor any regrets for the struggles have created who I am today. I can truly and clearly say that I love myself. I love my eccentricities and the flukes in my personality, things that give me much to smile about and work on or bridge. Now that I understand why others do the things they do I am much less critical of their failings. It helps to keep in mind "let he who is without sin, cast the first stone."

I have been distracted by a phone call from the school and am now feeling quiet...so let me share a poem with you instead:

The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour

The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt- that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd- fell
An essence- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

Edgar Allan Poe

Poker Face and A poem

I'm a rambler tonight...let me mention, before I forget, that a poem finally erupted out of me this morning and is posted on the site: Water and Stone, Ice and Flame

Ahhh...well, I have no one to talk to and I am sooooo chatty. Poor Sonja is hurting and I wore her out the past two nights with my jabber...we had a great Astro-chat though. At least I didn't keep her up until 3 am last night for once. I am supposed to be working but I don't feel like it. I went out to lunch with my two lovely sisters - first time in a very long time it was just us - and had a good talk and that sort of set the current mood. But who am I kidding, I woke up needing to communicate, and out popped the poem. Tonight is 'movie night' with Gare, so that will be nice. He just came over and I made him listen to Poker Face and he said he hates it. LOL He always says he hates stuff and then I catch him singing it later on.

Not sure if I put any vacation photos in the blog yet (and can't check without publishing) so I think I will share a few. The 3rd is Cold Mountain (taken from the Blue Ridge Parkway), which is the mtn we stayed on. The 2nd is Looking Glass Falls in the Pisgah National Forest. The 1st is a very erotic statue/fountain of Persephone I found on a walk in Charleston. I have so many more pics, just haven't made them small enough to share yet. I've promised my friends on myspace to get them around but that hasn't happened!!





Love in the darkness...let's dance

A Blackened Room

I have written a few poems and posted them since I wrote last. I just haven't had much time for poetry or more personal things as work is keeping me hopping with several new and returning clients. I wrote a new one this morning called "A Blackened Room," which you can read on the website.

I have a new laptop that is really just fine...optimized for HD TV, with 3G...am really enjoying it. All the better to work with, my dear.

It appears that my trip to Scotland will have to be postponed now due to the expense of the air ticket and the nasty weather over there and up north. No way am I going to get stranded in the Newark Airport for 2 days again...nope. Instead I am planning a trip down to Key West, complete with a ghost tour and a visit to the Key West Cemetery, the southernmost point of the US, the Ernest Hemingway Home, the Robert Frost cottage, and certainly more. I considered going to Mardi Gras in New Orleans but think I'd prefer a quieter break, lol. Hopefully I will come back with a few new poetic works to share. So here's one I enjoy by Robert Frost:

Ghost House

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

Robert Frost

Sea Stealing Shore...plus...

I am trying out this audio poetry thing...it is taking a lot of disk space on the website so I think I will have to just do a few then switch them out instead of building a big vocal library. Or...I can fork out more money monthly for more space but as my poetry doesn't really bring in much money it doesn't make fiscal sense. lol Well if I take off some of the photos I will have more room for the audio stuff. It's an experiment.

My latest poem is called "Sea Stealing Shore" and is currently posted on the website, both in written and audio form.

I'm juggling several new things all at once, some exciting and some blah...we will see how my new projects turn out. I am always full of ideas but unfortunately I am only one person and can't even begin to take advantage of all that blossoms in my mind. Sometimes I wish I could clone myself but then we'd all try to be in charge of each other, LOL No, not good, not good at all!

This Is How I Love You Now

Funny how this poem (the title of this blog) came to me, nudging me from my sleep...I had been up for about an hour (from 5:30 am - 6:30 am) and went back to bed. I was nearly asleep, on the edge of sinking in, when suddenly the first line of this poem came to me, followed by several others. Usually when this happens I allow them to dance around in there and then I fall asleep anyhow, which means the lines will be lost. This morning I just felt I had to capture this, so I stumbled around in the dark and found a pen and my beautiful Italian leather bound journal imprinted with "The Allegory of Spring" by Sandro Boticelli. Actually it just has the Muses from that painting. This journal was given to me as a gift from a client a few years ago. It is so beautiful I hesitated to write in it for a while but then took it to Scotland with me and began writing in it then. But this new poem has the honor of being written in this beautiful journal, hand scratched in the dark. Yes, I do write in the dark sometimes, lol.

I do like this poem, not sure exactly why I like it so much as it came in very easily and there it is. I was even thinking I might like to record this one, but we will see...

I've also updated the site with a beautiful poem called "If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............

We are on the road again...FINALLY! Oh, I can't stand being stuck in one place for so long and I am ecstatic to be on the road and traveling. We are currently in South Carolina, heading up to Virginia where we will hideaway for the next several days in peace and NO WORK! Imagine that, me not working. I know, it's crazy isn't it? The sky is falling, LOL

I won't even have an internet connection for days. This is what workaholics have to do to prevent themselves from working. Someone better hide the blackberry too.

Happy Holidays! I will be silent for a while now but I am gleeful and with my little loves.