2009 - Issue V

2009  -  Issue  V

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Meaningless Sensitivity...............
 
Childlike I danced amongst the spectrum of the prism
Astounded and awed by phantom cosmic wavelets of
Enchantment and mystical hues.
It was here in this electromagnetic world I blossomed.
But unbeknownst to me I turned against myself and
Layer by layer, brick by brick I built a wall to hide
From view.
I denied it was the hindrance of you.
Nor violet, cyan, green, yellow nor orange, red or blue
Waltzed within my grasp.
With crystalline lens Life turned her faceless
Self toward me.
And left me with an empty place upon
My sleeve where my heart once cradled the
Perception of me in
Meaningless sensitivity.
 
                            paula dawn lietz 2009 ©

Surrounded by art and nature I explore it all. Whether it be collages, photography, drawing or writing.
I tend to live by the motto, "Always be in the process of becoming and never just being." And living that
motto one realizes the possibilities are endless.

Paula Dawn Lietz

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Desperation

despair:

a state of disrepair

between man and victory,

only reversible

by determination,

dedication

and fortitude -

not to be confused

with hope

and good intentions.

Marion Darracott

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the night sings songs of desperate treasures
the idea of old and young battle
the unseen war of life rages on with the wrath of god
blanket now the seams of desire
torn fromthese tombs by the interest of dreams
walking fast past the last chance of a meeting
you might be there, lost and wandering
fooled and blubbering
pigeon tricks at the stop light
situation alley and putting up with you
steal one the breath and ruin a fear
all colors fade to black
all mirrors cry in black
fogetting now that which brought me joy
all that remains is the subtlety of glance

Gabriel Guzman

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Hummingbird

Hover a tiny bird, he brings

My thoughts to a distant sea.

Small and fragile he tries to sing;

I feel no one hears but me.

Relentless, yes is he, though

Beckoning others to my shore,

Flutter of his small wings, so

He persists, silent no more.

For him, finally a song

Not for me, I always will know

His gift could never be wrong.

Yet lest he comfort, I will go.

Jennifer Cahill

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Two Ashes Blew Up

two ashes blew up

as i blew out

smoke

the smoke-breath sent

them gliding down

in an X

J de Salvo