La Reina Del Cielo

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Racing The Thames

 

and you will become like unto God, expanding forever outward.

Catherynne M. Valente

 

young and

drunk on the idea

we are stardust

this moment

would last forever

looping over and over

always and ever more

spiraling twist of a Mobius

ad infinitum

to escape relativity by

refusing to travel @ a constant

rate of speed    as we run

laughing breaths into mist

words into crystals we make

ourselves immortal

Little Poem Of Love

sheer morning in the dunes

flutes in the wind

play a sequence of notes

across the horizon

the ocean constant

the ocean ever changing

cathedral of song

my heart

a strange divinity

night

opaque night of the full moon

imagine your hands

surrounded by voices

gliding shivering the seagrass

holy its inclination

 silence within the circle

little frogs on the windowsill

i have a sense of loosing

myself to hold you

chimes

bells in the wind

flare and dissolve

empty rooms and

shadows on the walk

my garden green and astonishing

the patience of a clock

hours withheld

those given with an open hand

conjunction of ocean and prayer

Use of Metaphor and Lyric prose in Science Fiction and Fantasy Writing.

There is not enough use of figurative language, evocative images and metaphorical juxtapositions in current poetry. I suggest reading Science Fiction as these writers have to mold language to describe their alternate universes and their use of language is penultimate. Please endeavor to read Science Fiction/Fantasy writers such as Catherynne M. Valente, Benjanun Sriduangkaew, E. Catherine Tobler, Ken Liu, Aliette de Bodard, and Yoon Ha Lee. You can also hear their work PODCAST FOR FREE on CLARKESWORLD or BENEATH CEASELESS SKIES . I especially commend Catherynne M. Valente’s works : 13 Ways of Looking at Space Time and the Long Goodbye of Violet Wild.  I also suggest going back and reading Olga Broumas and Jane Miller, if you want to know what  Evocative, Provocative, Lyric Poetry is all about.

Winter Solstice

you red shifting bastard

how did we get here

how did I allow you

me    the two of us

to spit into this vortex

as if seduction were not enough

we parse ourselves too ungenerous to give

unaccustomed to receive

my need for the curve of you to call home

my need for your words of love

nothing but contrails and the full moon rises

December

the if onlys crushed after the frost

every leaf will crumble

every rose will crumble at your touch

winter solstice will come alone

and that will be the best of  it

a long time ago my lover and I

hiked through the snow for foxfire

solstice

solstice again     first light

at last

if I said I have lived more lives than you

it would be true

if I said you have fucked more women than me

it would be true

if I said I wanted you to love me

beyond the bounds of reason

because I am alone

it would be true

not enough

even skating the razor of proof

mistletoe is a parasite     you know

we find it when the trees lose their leaves

it’s true nature revealed

I cannot say     but shit we fucked like electrons

in a supercollider

orgasms spilling quarks to the universe

apparently that was not enough

for you

Ars Poetica

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it was Greece

so easily

opening my eyes

I want you

come

climb through my petticoat

white curtains billow

cerulean oceans

somewhere between these

lips petulant vortex

pressed palm of my hand

the love line extends off

infinitely becoming

there is a point

immaculate

between your breasts

where harmony overcomes

angels fly from my fingertips

gently along the crescent of your sleep

give me your hand

its already too late

our eyes flashed

locked

gave us away

even ordering wine

is impossible without you

come

come run away with me

come

all night long

the full moon spoke

words of love

to her little stars

whispering

this is a female constellation