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Tag Archives: love
Desire
Once sheltered, then
shown and shut in. Condemned.
Brando brute unmasks both raw
and hungry. His apartment, well
off the French Quarter, pokes
bets and constant craving. Lusting
after life and trading
on decency. Continue reading
Posted in Creativity, Cynthia Pittmann, music, Poems, Poetry, Writing
Tagged Blanche Debois, castles in the air, censorship, constant craving., Cynthia Pittmann, debois, desire, insanity, love, Marti Gras, Music, nervous breakdown, New Orleans, street car named desire, Streetcar, Tennessee Williams, yellow moon
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Mangrove
Medusa locks
reaching tendrils
tangle, entwine, clutch.
Life panting through
slippery schools,
overwash basin,
swamp bosque.
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Posted in Cynthia Pittmann, music, Poems, Poetry, Weather, Writing
Tagged bosque, Cynthia Pittmann, forest, love, Mangrove, medusa, motion, Music, nature, om, poetry, Santana, spirituality, The Wraith, transformation, tree
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Reincarnation
Strumming until hardened into worship,
a pearl moon balances between the poles of you, spreading across indigo sky Continue reading
Posted in Cynthia Pittmann, Poetry, Writing
Tagged Awakening, beginning, birth, Cynthia Pittmann, love, poetry, reincarnation, sky, skylights, spirituality
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Curtains
Uncloaked, opening act exits the theater
pouring from the breath of after hours.
Liquid newness at one-two-three
takes off waltz eternal while the sea
drenched hem swirls frothy eruptions. Continue reading
What is love?
Love I am love a thought-idea I am love Breathe from in to out …from out to in… I am Love I am Now …the ever present moment I am love There is no there, there is only here I … Continue reading