morning tug of war a primordial mind pulling me down where it is safe, and the space is warm the seeking mind ultimately wins pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs, blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain …………………… How many times I’ve passed him I’ve lost track …
Tag: sunrise
Make it a double
Color fragments swirling through the atmosphere find a way in to my dreams. Four white walls transformed to pink tones. Like warm stones on my eyelids, the rose-colored air heats my skin. Still dreaming I feel the shift. Still dreaming I don’t lift. Still dreaming stones removed and replaced with your kiss. Layered in blush …
Twilight’s First Blush
There was a time when I bathed in a certain magic found only during the twilight hours. A stillness. A soft pinkness. An advantage over the sleepers, sleeping away the most enchanting part of the day. I was a witness to the sun’s first appearance with eyes not rested from the night before. Eyes, glistening …
Sunrise Forthcoming (video poem)
https://videopress.com/v/RH9xL3gC?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata This poem, "Sunrise Forthcoming," was first shared one year ago this weekend. To celebrate the one-year anniversary of the first poem in my Being a Woman - Forthcoming Poetry Collection, I created a video with my poetry reading and my photographs. Enjoy! Thank you for visiting, viewing, and listening. Be well. 💗 Michele A …
Southwest Sunshine
The wintery scenes that come across my screen remind me that it is winter… somewhere. Thank you, to the photographers who have shared winter wonder dreams from across the northern hemisphere. I cannot offer you any of those photos, but I can offer a sampling of southwest sunshine to those who need to shake off …
Her Cottage by the Sea (continued)
A morning spent tracing curves with slow and deliberate fingertips. They release a power that contradicts- soft, sensual, and delicate yet, they spark a fire within. They form the shape of words absorbed by her salty and sandy skin. Unspoken words turn to ash when they are drawn in to a body that pulses with …
Lasting fatherly Impressions (video)
https://videopress.com/v/7ZRzCKRF?preloadContent=metadata blanket pulled back bare feet step on the gritty floor hands grab camera bag hands throw on a baseball cap sandy feet slip into damp flip-flops flip-flops rush out the stuck door legs extend into the early morning gray careful steps along the wooden planks eyes begin to focus and notice a suspended evening …
Golden Hour
A date with the Divine – each morning I rise to greet the golden sun; she and I become one. She and I entwined, we reach for the outstretched hand of my higher self. Never quite touching, but a little closer each day. A symphony of winged melodies surrounds the silence within. Each encounter sublime, …
Her Cottage by the Sea
Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …
Your Morning Glow (audio poem)
Your Morning Glow (audio poem) Toward you, my eyes are fixed Toward you, my hands extend Alone in the dark, I wait, I rest my tired eyes You change and disappear, but on you, I can always depend Eyes still closed, but the third one knows – You have arrived Many things come between us …
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