Cocoon

Wishing soft for silken wrapping
Layered binding, clean and hidden
As I surrender usual systems
Allowing death of self.




Response to 'cocoon', the prompt this week at OSI

Arty Shmarty Tea Party :D

I have just delivered five pieces of work to be displayed for sale and commission at a fundraising art show.
Eeeeeeeeee!
I was invited as an artist :P
Hee hee hee hee :P
Odd
Funny
Surreal
Real
Happy
Feels RIGHT
Supercool:D

Pieces on display are:
This one, The sleeping babe here, Thisy, Thaty and this unclaimed giveaway tree

Anyone local enough and interested it's at 15 The Upper Drive, Hove 2-4pm Sunday 25th July.

Big Kiss

:D Fire

Hold me
hold me tightly
I'm a fire
I spark and crackle
Frightening desire
The hissing and the cracking
From my bones
Alarmlingly consumes
The me I'd known
The one of me that knew
Just how to sit
The one of me that knew
Just where I fit
The one restrained
Contained and safely kept
The One of me
That living, quietly slept.

The Sea

I am a lover lost
The exquisite brilliance
Of my radiating heart
So unbearably beautiful
Set against the Endless Dark
It suspends me in Entirety
Eternity
In First Moment
Aware and unawareness blinking
This Light being in the unbeing
and I
Am the sea of this.

Growth

History leans against me
Weighs upon and holds me
As I struggle with the truth of what is new.
Green shoots
Persistent in their cunning growth
Seemingly unplanned
Un thought
Un schemed
Exceedingly effective
Continiously break through
Threading through the preponderance
Of dark decaying past
They leave me hopeful

My response to this weeks OSI prompt Preponderance

Speck of Love

Wave of heat
Speck of light
Radiation of a fiery sun

Become

Wave of passion
Speck of Love
Grateful ecstasy of human form

Little Ecstasies

The little ecstasies of my life
Melt together
Warm golden honey
In the gentle persistent heat
Of the sun
and Everything gleams

Overt

Coming
It cleans
Lifts up my shirt
Caresses my neck
and licks at my hair

In its fresh coolness
The scent of green wildness
Calls crisply
Of broken grass and Melissa leaves
Under bare feet.


This weeks respone to the OSI prompt 'Overt, the wind that blows through the open windows'