"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, May 11, 2012

Tangerine Twilight...


Shadows dance on pale skin

Tangerine twilight

Splintered lunar curve of a neck

Dangling earring resting in the crest

Coagulated desire shimmering through translucent eyes

Blinding suitors to love’s gaze


Pulling bodies like the tide to her

Looking not for love but something deeper

Earthy

Tangibly experienced in the soil of being

With head cradled in her hand

Writing in the flowing strokes of unconscious becoming

The movements of life on fragrantly scented blank pages

The story of life in the manuscript of time
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