Showing posts with label mystic poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystic poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
In a sea of white anemones and Leopard...
Poems by Diane Dehler
Diane Dehler is an American poet known for her
postmodern lyricism who has been nominated
for a Pushcart Award 2014.
In a sea of white anemones
I was swimming in a sea
of white anemones,
of white anemones,
Whose ivory foam surrounded
me with the tenderness-
gentle hours of a lover.
me with the tenderness-
gentle hours of a lover.
The frothing ivory interior
of the flower was a white eye.
of the flower was a white eye.
A perception from which
arose Aphrodite awakening
from the perfume of Alegria.
arose Aphrodite awakening
from the perfume of Alegria.
Leopard
rises straight high
a spirit wind, winged
beast awakened
instinct.
a spirit wind, winged
beast awakened
instinct.
Poised on a cliff’s
steep jutting edge
with sharp claws
as pink as dawn.
steep jutting edge
with sharp claws
as pink as dawn.
Embodied writing, the
pale of me and your
molten leopard flesh.
Hot breath of all desire
splattered with pattern
pale of me and your
molten leopard flesh.
Hot breath of all desire
splattered with pattern
Of wild rosettes.
A stealthy approach
sly leopard licks salt
of my flesh, feeding
A stealthy approach
sly leopard licks salt
of my flesh, feeding
On my sheer wild
nakedness — bleeding
creation all over me.
Solitude of a leopard
joins passion.
http://munyori.org/poems-by-diane-dehler/
nakedness — bleeding
creation all over me.
Solitude of a leopard
joins passion.
http://munyori.org/poems-by-diane-dehler/
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Thursday, January 03, 2013
Monday, December 17, 2012
consolation in the words of Tagore, said Princess Haiku
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come.
--Rabindranath Tagore
Friday, December 07, 2012
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
excerpt of a poem from a season of rain..
What is left of the flower
reaches to the dark
mouth of the rain.
Kisses eternity as petals
shredded become eternal.
What is left of the flower
reaches to the dark
mouth of the rain.
Kisses eternity as petals
shredded become eternal.
Labels:
diane dehler,
mystic poetry,
poppy flower,
spiritual poetry
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
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