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Journal Entry: Wed Dec 12, 2012, 10:30 AM

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I am ridiculously behind - as you might have noticed - and as we get deeper into the holiday season I will be falling behind-er & behind-er-er. Time and Life are being a little mean to me lately. I have decided, thus, to prepare a ridiculously huge feature with your Beautiful works.  

I would like to thank each and every friend, watcher, visitor & stranger for their time and support this past year. This virtual world is a place of peace for me, a sanctuary, a haven and a school. I have been truly blessed to 'meet' some amazing people I would have never known and to make bonds which I know will last for always - 'my' always, at least.

No matter how you celebrate, or not, make the most of every single day you've got.
May you never be without hope, friendship & love.  May you never lose faith to the few,
to the true, to the better.

Peace. :iconmrplz:


"Hope is a waking dream." ~ Aristotle

 :heart:Hope:heart:  


 
Before The Stars FadeThe world has grown smaller, more insignificant
Little men run about in the darkness, screaming their inanities
Quiet listening is abandoned in favor of shouting louder
over the top of one's neighbors

Dreams once soft and sweet have become meat for them
to tear apart and grind with their teeth, demanding recognition
But no one is ever fulfilled, untiringly grasping at shadows
The world shrinks a little more, and children grow up fast

I can hear the screaming and shouting from my bed, through
closed windows, all want to make their presence known
Seeing like a cat, hearing like a bat, I feel the need to go out and
shout with them, t
dfc 12-1: rispettoas i seek out new frontiers in poetry
and wonder at each new trial and travail,
i tip my quill to those who came before me:
the bards who blazed this ink-stained and winding trail.

they cast their runes and rhymes into time's deep sea
without knowing if their soul's work would prevail;
the torch they passed i proudly bear and protect
and sing for them this song of utmost respect.
A Hound Sniffing Her Way Back Home:A night in your arms
after a day of freedom
new places possess…

My body inches towards you;
my nose eager for your skin.

I follow your mouth.
I follow your breath.
I fall asleep…

2011-11-14
© melekelif

:thumb342099390: UncloisteredBeckoned from my plaster haven, warm and cloistered;
Gazing to a dying season – the now naked cherry and pine straw drifts
Grasses browning at southward slipping hours of light

Some sense of duty prevailing
I stoop and pluck the wayward limbs and buckets of prickly cone
And set about scratching heaps from sun-baste turf,
The frost having hastily departed

So still it seems, yet one leaf quivers – a lonely vigil
Captured by a silken strand; cast perhaps, by that which seeking prey
More likely though, a thing that housed a changing worm to
Flutter free ere summer's end

Sloughing off a garden clog – expansive thought abounding
Ther
I DoI feel you
in echoes
in reflections
in the clouds covering the moon.

I see you
in closed lids
in a child's laugh
in a sea sprayed ocean rock.

I hear you
in whispered songs
in midnight churchbells
in reason, and truth, and light.

I want you
in springtime
in earthquakes and tsunami
in rolling thunder and windblown ash.
 
ExcavationsIt feels like I’ve
Taken off the glass
Slipper
Only to throw it out
In to an eternal ocean.
It did not slip off,
This was no accident.

As a consequence of
Such events
I’ve been
Cut
Away from
The source,
The mother star-scape.

I long for lock and key:
When will I hurt
Again,
So pretty
I need someone
To hurt me
Pretty.

Catch me
In your spider web
And eat my heart
Like a wild dog.

Leach off me
Until I’m as dry
As the moon’s
Veins.

Let’s bleed
The magic out of our
Eyes
And pour this
Feeling into
One
Frozen
Fossilised kiss.

(I wish I had
More
To
Give)
trembleShe swore that she was made of wind
But love is not the clear blue sky
 and life is not a hurricane.

"The nights are not the same,"
she says
     "As where it was,
Where I was from"
  She lies with me and
dreams,

the earth
              can still be moved.
StillnessWould it be worthwhile to
hinge on the words of
a man who waits not on
my replies, but merely for
a break in my syllables, to
break me with his stare and
turn my thoughts into
something of a simple stutter?

I think not, but he is most
recusant in allowing me the
benediction of where my
lips take the proceedings of
this hushed moment.

I have been quieted, but
stillness has yet to
find his hands.

une grande annee - a great year (+Audio)(scroll down for English)

une grande année

à l'ombre de l'ombre
se tord la corde
qui étouffera atlas

à l'ombre de l'ombre
se cache la source
qui coupera le souffle

à l'ombre de l'ombre
un coquelicot
fleurit

------------

a great year

in the shadow's shade
is the writhing rope
that will suffocate atlas

in the shadow's shade
is the hidden stream
taking breaths away

in the shadow's shade
a poppy
blooms

- SophieCT décembre 2012
Banquises - Ice fieldsFraîcheur de la neige fracturée de ciel
que ferai-je au soir
de ta mort

Freshness of the snow broken by the sky
What shall I do when
your death comes

Frantz, novembre 2012.

Savior and ExecutionerSomeday, you're going to face some hard truths about life
and the role you've played. The things you've done
and the decisions you've made,
all the things you refuse to see.

I imagine it will be a lot like opening a window
and having the world come crashing through,
like experiencing years in a single minute.
It's going to be epic, redefining the term reality check,
but I won't be there.

You've had that finger pointed at me for far too long;
your sole source of blame and fixer at the same time,
your savior and executioner, but it's time to step off.

The role is played out
and it's left me old and tired,
but not used up.
Winter Haikustillness unbroken
moves between ice and silence
awaiting snowfall

Sultry GenesisScintillating galaxies burst to life
from the slow whirl
of her jagged ivory hips.

I spiral into the vast blackness,
the inky atmosphere
spilling from the gossamer tips
of her swirling, mahogany ringlets.

Untethered, I drift,
bereft of graceful starlight
by which to navigate home.
Inevitably, I succumb
to the gravity of her undeniable attraction.

Glimmering eyes awaken,
shed the silken sheets of ashen lids
and illuminate her universe;
an amber sunrise gilding her white plains.

A weary pilgrim
constructing new constellations
from the starfield of her ribcage,
I ravenously hunger to taste sublime glory
writhing beneath the u
(it is not a dream if it is everyday)i no longer have the gall
to write letters to my universe.  
it’s stony quiet,
all around.
it’s possum eyes in headlights,
abandoned chandeliers
frozen
in Victrola dust.

some tireless pamphleteer
has wrecked this room
with motorized felicity!
there must be
at least
one bill for every breath,
paper
mountains
of indifference.

and now, i see
you are the same.
you’re no magic
planet.  i will
get up,
some time tomorrow,
mid morning, when the bugs have died,
and drive to work
and i won’t think
there’s anything
that ever came
before that sun.

and  there,
i’ll trade in shibboleths
and type in pointy let
AN ANCIENT MUSEI am an oracle blazing, bleeding worlds in ink
and smoke, gilding creation with my navel's illume
of temple light, a thousand serpents hide in my
ancient tissue, they taste the secrets of the tomb
as the Dark splits open and the Light spills free,
these serpents who coil inside my primordial womb
I know them as I know myself, in me do they grow,
I give birth to them and my inner moon.

I am a jewel exhuming a memory from Winter's
ice-milk silhouette, soaking my crescent eyes
in honeyed wine so they will be intoxicated on
Purity's ethnicity, under gently kindled skies
I soothe the creases from the seasons with my
Pythian clarity-trembling vows

still pristineI have manses you've never seen.
roses red and grasses green.
places I never let you in.
flowers grow and bloom and die.
again.

you never asked for what I am.
just what you could see behind the dam.
the rivers rage another course.
hollow pockets overfull.
again.

a prayer uttered in the night.
has the same answer as in light.
for all you knew you had it all.
but even Atlas had to fall.
again.

William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.












"A friend is one before whom I may think aloud." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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"A heart that loves is always young." ~ Greek proverb

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"Find peace with yourself by accepting not only what you are, but what you are never going to be." ~ Anon

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:iconainitolonen:
Thanks a lot for the feature! :heart:
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*halcyonshores Dec 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You are so so welcome :tighthug:
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*Scarlettletters Dec 17, 2012  Professional Writer
Thanks very much for including my work with so many talented artists.
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*halcyonshores Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
The pleasure is always mine, Brendan.
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*halcyonshores Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :aww:
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Belated thank you :)
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*halcyonshores Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Always welcome Kris. :hug:
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Thank you so much for your support dear friend! :heart:
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