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    completion of desire

    his lips on both of her great swellshis teeth on her earlobehis passionate growl in her earhis wine dripping beard between her legshis skillful fingers in her puckered crevicehis dick deep into her marvellous ocean and suchwisehis every touch sends...

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    Inkblade

    Upon an endless paper plain,the sword leans—half blade, half quill.Black ink falls like dark tears,gravity grieves in its remembrance. Each drop forms a kanji—unwritten yet complete;the keen edge hums calligraphic,penned silence within this violence. Strike and poem share one stroke—both wound...

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    • Fantastic. Oh! I love the blade.

    • Powerfully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • 孤独なトンボ Kodokuna tonbo ≽༏≼
      (Lonely Dragonfly)

      The mind is touched, sad emotions softly whispered unto, your diction, Dear Poetess, lends a tale of long ago … yet, ever-present in the Samurai heart’s core ‘n eternal soul ~ his katana.
      And, ohhh, you’ve sang it’s poignant timbre as a true Onna-Bugeisha, who always spoke her power equally by virtue of ebony kanji or blooded tanto.

      The rhythm ‘n flow of your Free Verse Quatrains dance above the page, as though transporting us into those feudal moments of yore … the magick hallmark of a master poetess’ pen.

      I strived to highlight a word, a line, a verse for you … alas, all conspired to create the whole of exact poetical symmetry – your artwork choice in sheer perfection.

      I gratefully bow 🥋 … thank you, Dear S. Libellule ⁓ Richard ⛩️

    • The soul of a samurai rendered into a pome of compelling wonder. You have the spirit of Japan written with the Zen of a poet who can translate a culture and a place and its people into poetry that resounds like koto music in the night.

      John

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    Glacier Blue and Petaled Pink

    Glacier Blue and Petaled Pink A Tetralogy of Transpacific Reflection I. Rockied Reverie Mountains breathe in cold syllables—each ridge a hymnal of ascent.Pines groom the sky with dark fingers,their needles provoke an ancient hush. Rivers rehearse such silver recitations,tongues of melt translate stone.Light...

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    • I must say, I really like the new style you are writing in. This is so peaceful and reflective

    • Beautifully penned, S. Crisp imagery and an excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Libellule, this is hands down the best travel poem I have ever read. You do much more than illustrate you dig deep into the emotional journey in a way that is sheer awe inspiring to read. Many can take the journey but few that paint both the scenes and emotions in such a deeply passionate and grand way. I am enthralled by the way your lyrical poetics spill across the screen as I read. Truly a masterpiece of travelers poetry.

      John

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    Bound Silence

    Bound Silence Silk breath meets shadow’s thread,knots bloom like quiet blossoms—each loop a question of surrender,each crossing, an unseen trust. The body becomes a line drawn in air,a calligraphy of stillness;every curve remembers wind,every bind teaches patience. In tension, there is music...

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    • Once I got passed the delicious picture I found something even better….your words.
      Terrific 👍

    • We read this offline and don’t know why but but we thought of Casketsharpe, not really your norm. We thought erotic at first but changed our mind preference/acceptance, tight

    • Passionately penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You are a true poet in every sense of the word. This is so well written I felt it deep my soul. This is the perfect sensual poem that goes deep into the emotion the woman with tender and powerful depth of passion. No one does this better than you.

      John

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    Moth Light

    He’s told the news in a room with no windows,no avenue of escape, from the inevitable.There’s a hum of machines, and a doctorwho says the word like a stone dropped in water:terminal.It ripples through him,but he does not flinch.He...

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    • Oh. Daggers to the heart babe!
      This write is terminal and has a quiet elegance about it.
      The whole piece gets you in the feels.
      It all tied together perfectly with the moth. I didn’t realize the significance of it until the end.
      Just bravo! It needs to go in your book!

      Proud fiancé right here!

    • I was talking to a co-worker the other day, about if we should tell our loved ones or not if we are “terminal”. Because it changes the dynamics of the relationship right away. Happiness is hard to have then. It’s always bittersweet from then on.
      So, I began this write based on the dilemma. But then the whole moth aspect gave me a different approach, like a focal point away from the gloom.
      I will undoubtedly hack at this some more, slightly, but for now this is what I got.
      Thank you honey! It’s a bit heavy I know. Just a write I swear! 😉

    • This is a wonderful sad and bittersweed writing on a difficult and heavy topic, dear Styxian! The moth as a spirit guide is a well chosen and meaningful symbol. A moth knows how to die. It focuses only on the light and its overwhelming attraction towards it. I think death can show us what really matters in life. Gratitude for everything we have experienced in life, for the people we love and for all of life here on Earth. Of course, a terminal disease comes with many burdens and hardships but it also gives you the chance to say goodbye and to surrender completely to love – just like a moth does.

      • I’ve dealt enough with death over the years. Sometimes it takes awhile for the grieving to set in, too. We try to focus sometimes, on other things less final. I tend to pick simplistic metaphoric things because its easier to relate to. And yes, the moth is always reaching for the light. Perhaps as we humans do, when we must go.
        Thank you kindly, Elke. Though it was only creative writing and not reality, it is something that awaits us all in some form. Even as the survivor.

    • Jeez Mark, this is beautifully heart breaking and offers much food for thought. The moth motif is a clever touch.

      • I was going to use the luna moth specifically. But decided to keep the moth common, like people can feel like.
        And yes, the symbolism of nearing the light is obvious. We may not know, but we can hope.
        Thanks for the encouraging words, Rob. It was a drag to write, actually, but uplighting once done.

      • Thank you sir! I just edited it a bit, cleaned up some lines, added a few small touches. Now I can say I am done with it. LOL

    • Yes the big “C” through neighbors and family we are familiar with this destroyer of home, family, and bank accounts. We remember while younger a neighbor was sent back home to die with stomach cancer. Dude you would not believe the screams, the entire neighborhood felt relief with his passing. Maybe, just maybe this moth was also is spirit guide. To tight dude

      • I’ve been around that sonofabitch death too much. It tries to numb us, but we’re too human to be too cold.
        I would believe the screams. We had a guy gut-shot and it took forever to get the medic helicopter to us. He hollered so much some guys started yelling at him to STFU! It is not like TV or movies, at all.
        Thanks for the Props!

    • Brilliantly penned, Mark. This one has layers and depth my friend, and it pulled on the heartstrings as well. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • I felt it was relatable to us all, in some degree of closeness to someone who has gone through it. One day it will be old news, as mankind will eventually find a cure and perhaps prevention. Til then, we stay humanly flawed in this way as well as other ways. Yet life is awesome!

    • I enjoyed this. It is full of images and captures the rolling duality of life and death, with style.
      Regards James

      • Thank you James. It was one of those writes that I am not so sure that I enjoy writing, because of the content. Yet, sometimes as writers we go with what compels us to write about. It stayed with me awhile so I figured I’d write it down.
        I appreciate the acknowledgement of my results.

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