You Would Love Her
The aurora’s
love at first sight,
her hello
lights up the skies
all aglow.
You would love her
in the twilight,
shy to show
her graceful rise,
smooth and slow. (more…)
I heel-blink blank
I heel-blink blank,
Cupid winks,
tweaks, no arrows,
but emerald eye lasers on me
knees weak,
synapses seek
reason beauty bullies butterflies
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*Words by Bruce Masters
*Photograph by Joy Goodenough
Eyes
Eyes answer all
look deeply
the smile does not reach them
try fool the world around
but turmoil lies beneath
the soul mourns
the heart is sad (more…)
Pictures
I paint pictures with words
That tell the stories of our lives
With different styles and graces;
And unhatched dreams
Bring the promise of more.
I caress each word
As I squeeze it from my pen,
Pretending it is all so easy. (more…)
Holding On A Moment
It’s cold and miserable here in this place
but holding on a moment, the wind calms
for you to climb on in to me to brace
you, like a bunny hiding in a barn.
Tightly packed and heavy in my arms
you are, your bowling head and fragile face.
Your growing body just fits in my palms
as your heart starts to slip from my embrace.
Whispering softly, you wish I would stay,
you tear off a piece of me, to say
I love you, and I love you, please don’t go far.
So light and lovely and my love you are.
If I could run and catch you, then I may
but just like that, the wind blows you away.
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*Words by Sean Nel
*Photograph by Joy Goodenough
http://otherside-of-the-world.blogspot.com/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/greenhairmermaid/
Child of Mine
Child of mine lay never begging bread nor selling soul to live
Keep the smile that matches the sparkle in your eye
The one that lights the face
For it touches heart and mind (more…)
Silence
Among the ruins of violence
stones stand in silence.
By pyres of sacrifice
the fires speak silence.
In temples and in reverence
the prayers are silence.
True beauty is in essence
intense silence,
a silent sacrifice
of quiet reverence.
Your beauty is intense.
You love in silence.
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*Photograph by Joy Goodenough
*Words by Sean Nel
http://travelblog.portfoliocollection.com/
Perfect Peace
Imagine for a moment, how it feels
to have no feeling, perfectly at ease.
Imagine dumb tongues, numb lips and steady knees,
conditioned air. Picture perfect peace. (more…)
Late
Back home again.
Hairbrush in hand I pause,
Mid-brushstroke,
To observe
A framed photograph
Of a laughing baby
On my bedroom wall.
Manipulation
Your smiling face and happy heart
is a fleeting fake condition
Your friendship and your openness
is earned by my contrition
Make me what you want to see
and ignore the retribution (more…)
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