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October 4, 2015

 

 

look into my eyes

you will see yourself

the one who is long forgotten

other parts of you obscured by life’s trials

you are a woman whole

sumptuous, curvaceous, gorgeous, desirable, beautiful

heart, body, spirit, mind and soul

child bearer

lover too

look into my eyes

and you wi...

October 4, 2015

 

 

Before life drawing class

she said to me

be careful with that really tall guy

[one of your erstwhile men]

watch what you say

he’s trouble

and yes

as I lay naked

on the dais

whilst many drew my contours

I felt repulsed by his energy

and wondered

what would ever possess you

to get...

September 8, 2015

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What is lipstick but a veneer            

Masking the essence                   

Of true self...

September 8, 2015

 

Random specks within this vastness. We are.

Bound by a commonality rare amongst the hoards

significant and endearing - meaningful and promising.

Sharing an oasis of mutuality in the midst of solitary experience.

To be nurtured, to be protected, to be harvested.

We must not...

August 26, 2015

Crawling meditation

Very, very rough draft.... notations really...

 

Approximate time:  2am. The year: 1962/3

 

There is a childhood memory of lying upstairs in bed. I am around 5-6 years old.

My bedroom is on the top floor above my parents’ children’s clothing shop in St. K...

August 21, 2015

My ocean swells at your touch

my tide flows blissfully

toward my enchanted wetlands

seeping through brush

trickling down crevices

pooling and accumulating

languidly filling to its tidal limit

before dwelling

fulfilled and sated

at the precipice of my environs

silently awaiting

th...

August 16, 2015

(c) Ajanta Judd Photo

 

There is a bushfire in my heart.

A sudden eruption. Spewing forth heat.

It is a force to be reckoned with.  A raging, burning inferno.

A smoke driven whirlwind on a sudden rampage.

Billowing pyrocumulus of black, orange and deep crimson obscure my vis...

August 16, 2015

I was born searching for my star and was offered this galaxy.

It was almost too much to cope with at times.

And me, just the tiniest speck amid this vast gathering.

Way too minute to register on the universal radar.

Insignificant. But, breathing all the same.

My steady lup...

August 16, 2015

 Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus (c. 1486)

 

 

If, in love’s bitter afterglow you were to spread a sea of jewels at my feet

and once more spray me with emphatic words of love and devotion

Will I succumb to your wanton ways?

Those doe innocent eyes appealing, that elusi...

August 16, 2015

 

As the waning twilight embraces the night

 

ushering in the reluctant stillness of sleep

 

the solitude of deep midnight mind approaches

 

where the meandering of dead night dreams

 

toy with the flickering ticker tape of a monkey mind

 

and a twitching body mimicks an unconsci...

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