Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Storm Science
She is dark.
She is hidden.
She has a million sisters but is unique to her last ion.
I wake and listen.
She could care.
She is moon-ruled.
She could show herself a million places but has chosen my desire.
I open the window and breathe.
She sends out a charge.
I send one back.
It has been done a million times but this one shocks my heart and shivers my bones.
We could open the door,
But we kick it down.
I run into the night, first laughing, then urgent as I open myself, waiting;
She blows through me and I lift,
Burning,
Into the storm.
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photo by Metin Demiralay
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I like this Shay. Heat always rises taking one with it. passion is so hot it singes quickly and then erupts in flame.
ReplyDelete"She could show herself a million places but has chosen my desire"--Nice, Shay! This poem is aflame with passion and its heat!
ReplyDeleteThe poem goes so well with the photo you chose. Lovely.
ReplyDelete'moon-ruled' would do it for me...
ReplyDeleteoh my.
ReplyDeleteand a big sigh.
"We could open the door,
ReplyDeleteBut we kick it down."
YESYESOHYES!!! :D
"She is moon-ruled." - I love all that says and speaks of, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWOWZERS! "shivers my bones" indeed! So much energy in this poem. I love "she is moon-ruled".....and "I lift, burning, into the storm". A brave heart:)Fantabulous writing, as always.
ReplyDeleteIs that a spliff I see betwixt the lips of that hot woman on the side bar?
ReplyDeleteOh and the poem totally soars!
burning into the storm..love this
ReplyDeleteI saw the photo and wasn't sure what we were in store for-- but your poem goes perfectly with it. Nice job. jj
ReplyDeleteTouche`
ReplyDeleteThank you for your dear friendship here in the blog-world, Shay.
Please stop by today to share a special moment with me if you have the time. Warmly, c-
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Powerful!
ReplyDeleteTIger-friend: I adore the open door followed my "open myself". Powerful imagery.
ReplyDeletep.s. I just noticed your "I hate haiku". I always feel dim for not getting it. But I don't. I get you, I think.xoxo
Weasel-friend
Wild freedom and passion, well-paced and full of tension and emotion. I like the undertone of the necessity for destruction and denial of constraint in the image of kicking down the door when you could just turn the handle.
ReplyDeleteThis feels so sweet and urgent. Really, really gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteBring on the Storm !
ReplyDeleteGotta love those moon ruled children :)
ReplyDeleteI can taste the passion the recklessness...