Dancing, waving serenades
Of thrusting interlopers rippling peaceful pools
Mimic summer antiquity; Light-drenched bliss-February tendril
Tease touch of embalming July sunshine
Shimmering Shadow Ripples
Photo and micro-poetry: Kenne
Dancing, waving serenades
Of thrusting interlopers rippling peaceful pools
Mimic summer antiquity; Light-drenched bliss-February tendril
Tease touch of embalming July sunshine
Shimmering Shadow Ripples
Photo and micro-poetry: Kenne
Still and immutable
Baptism of tumbling surf
Cradles stern granite
Into eternal Rapture
Fantasy, Science Fiction Age: Teen/Adult
Star Child
Part One
By K Adam (aka Kenne)
“Shit…Shit… Shit!!!” wailed Mary, as the virgin white curtains quivered. She was petrified! Mary summoned the courage and looked down at her belly. Her stomach was gouged to the core, blood was profusely streaming down her legs and pooling on the floor, glistening and bubbling, generating a crackling sound. Mary sobbed deep sobs, her chest heaving, terrified that this repeating trauma would never end, delirious in her shallow sleep, unsure if it was real or imaginary. Then she woke up, peeled the sweat-soaked sheets away from her, and her husband Stanley hugged her and reassured her it was only another one of those dreams. Yet Mary was skeptical, she was frightened of falling back into a tormented sleep, so she went out on the porch and stared up at the stars. It was amazing she could discern anything on this winter night in Brooklyn, NY, on January 21, 2052. Maybe that was the Big Dipper? Anyhow, somehow the night sky seemed safer than her bed.
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When she was a child, Mary had a repeating nightmare. In her dream, she was a little girl running through flower-filled fields at her grandparents’ farm in Maine when a meteor came crashing through the delicate, light blue sky and targeted her yet again, chasing her with a frightening fury. She believed in her dream the alien meteor was targeting her belly, and she cradled her belly like she had a precious cargo secret within her that the molten rock was trying to decimate. She had had these nightmares since she was three. In one version of the dream, the meteor actually hit her while she was running and crushed her body against a sheer granite rock cliff, she was pinned and immobile, and she was profusely bleeding from her belly button. Her ragged, raw skin hung out around her belly button and yellow light and blood were flowing out in a gush at the same rate. She was so confused and distraught. She woke up and complained of belly pain, but her parents checked her, and nothing was anatomically or medically wrong. By the time she was nine, the psychiatrist concluded she was delusional and recommended anti-psychotic medication, but her parents patently refused. The memories continued to haunt her into adult life, especially when she was by herself.
To be continued in next post… stay tuned!
Mast adrift
swirling gusty typhoon
subtle wind-print
eradicating bland winter hues
fiercely erect
Guides cycling seasons back to robin’s egg; leaf-tweet
Buds erupt into bountiful sails
Shackled tints
Petalled hints
Of past hopeful springs, alas
Memories of picnic blanket on verdant plush green grass; bright sunshine skin rush
Now muted, faded in a bulbous thundercloud
Four walls creeping into a pandemic scaredy-shroud
Blankets smothering
Numb-ed action
Let Divine Light illuminate deepest crooked doubt
Burn gasping fog
Unmask this tyranny of trajectories
Exposing a blissful breath; sun wrapped lung
As Hope permeates ice-hut diligence
Families reunite
Old friends sing the joys of old; playing by the chapel of faith whisperers
Children chattering cheerful meetings in the yard; virtual worlds shattering
Peace erupts through the masked hearts
And the virus is stilled, like a tiny bug squashed under the Herculean call of togetherness
And I are you and you are I – all is one and one is All
Trembling past crumbling to brave future
Light burst blood arteries
Ushers in new forecasts of faith; proclamations of the moment
Picnicking again by the hints and hues of Spring 2020 flowers, live, wild in the parks with our neighbours, frisbee filled flings, sharing sun and hugs
Delirious to join in a spring song fantasy.
Warmth and Tickle
of your dark skin
Your breasts pressed
comforting…
Luminosity of moonlight
caressing your glowing cheek
Squeezed between your legs
I pluck your strings
You hum like the universe
Content and buzzing
An animal locomotive
Bluebird song
Surges of rippling energy
Coursing through us
Rainbow joy
Frees the skies of our aura
Your humming body
Unifies my code of coupling
One Bold Ripple.
Sun battling dark clouds
For brave peek of winter light
Dim, yet auspicious
Sun battling dark clouds
For brave peek of winter light
Dim, yet auspicious
In a Holy space where light resides
My pricking conscience does confide
Luminous Grace Divine
Oft defines, offers resolution lines
My thoughts and noticed signs
Fall out of Sight
A heart-prick-plight
Plucks who I am
Perceiving…
Receiving Grace; forgiveness-Divine
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