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

18 comments:

  1. I like this Shay. Heat always rises taking one with it. passion is so hot it singes quickly and then erupts in flame.

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  2. "She could show herself a million places but has chosen my desire"--Nice, Shay! This poem is aflame with passion and its heat!

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  3. The poem goes so well with the photo you chose. Lovely.

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  4. 'moon-ruled' would do it for me...

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  5. "We could open the door,

    But we kick it down."

    YESYESOHYES!!! :D

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  6. "She is moon-ruled." - I love all that says and speaks of, Shay.

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  7. WOWZERS! "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.

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  8. Is that a spliff I see betwixt the lips of that hot woman on the side bar?

    Oh and the poem totally soars!

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  9. burning into the storm..love this

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  10. I saw the photo and wasn't sure what we were in store for-- but your poem goes perfectly with it. Nice job. jj

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  11. Touche`





    Thank 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-
    Comfort Spiral

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  12. TIger-friend: I adore the open door followed my "open myself". Powerful imagery.
    p.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

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  13. 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.

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  14. This feels so sweet and urgent. Really, really gorgeous.

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  15. Gotta love those moon ruled children :)

    I can taste the passion the recklessness...

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