the mission

To provide a forum for the intersection of spirit and art - a place to share what creations we must manifest to continue living in a meaningful way.


I'm open to what develops here - poetry, fiction, non-fiction, images, videos, quotes, insight - mainly looking at this blog as a record or shared diary in a spirit of playfulness and inspiration....mental froth, mind's eye materialization, and life songs lost and found.

Saturday, June 18, 2011


Do flowers do it for the pleasure
Of being softly entered by a bee?
Abdomen pushing on her pistils
Stamen brushing up his knee
Antennae kiss and a flutt'ring of wing
Are all the goodbye she entices
But he's fragrant and sticky - streaked with pollen
Marked hers for ancient devices
As he wanders off to the next pretty flower
She radiates in the noon sun
Willing her perfume to the next passerby
And quaking in anticipation

1 comment:

JB said...

As I said before, dude, great sustained metaphor, that nature is hot man, HOT

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