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FireIt belongs to everything bold, passionate, fierce, and strong. It's the feeling of falling in love and of your heart being broken. It's the feeling of power, raw and barely controlled, and the burn of being thrown from power. It's a dance, fluid and graceful, filling my mind with poetry and visions of red, yellow, blue, and pure white. It's a basic element, basic for survival. It's delicate, fragile and can be extinguished with air, water, or earth. It is part of balance, part of life and part of death.
I am...I am
A swirl of rainbow, ever changing like an oil spill,but solid and consistent in form,A wave in the ocean, a sound wave,carrying a gentle yet unforgettable message,A dance, a tango, foreign, fast, and fun,The sound of waves crashing on the beach, on rocks,A disjointed melody with irregular breaks,8, eternity on its side,A black Harley Davidson, leather accents, bold and earthy,A big, comfy blanket with stars,Manicotti, tangy and red with a solid outer shell, soft inside and stunning covering,A harp, each string a different note,Separate yet harmonious,
HuntressBow strung,Taut,Against her fingers,Ground cradling her foot,Drawing her in,Shades of greens,Browns,Huntress in motion,Prey in sight,The forest is her camouflage,She is the tree,The grass,The long, winding path.
HelicopterA pair of bright green eyes look up to me,Tiny hands outstretched to mine,"Me next! Me next!"A little lisp accompanies each word,Gripping, giggling, our world spins,I see,Tv, desk, couch, wall, doorway,Over and over again,And a smiling little girl,Dizzying, confusing, too fast to focus,Spinning down,Setting on the ground,I twirl to the floor,"Again, again!" I hear as stars dance in my eyes,I try to stand but my world spins, balance eludes me,Still I laugh,"Not just yet, Sweetie, Nea still can't see straight."
Grass GraveStanding still outside,Long stretch of watery grave,Will Spring arrive soon?
GoddessI ama forceof nature.I am fire.Burning,feverish,passionate,strong.Wielding a swordtouched by demons,I slice the air,I dancewith the blade.I ama goddesswith a mortalheartI would killto protect.
Embers At DawnFlickering, trembling,Touch of golden blood,Strong from a night,Of soft brown meals,Wavering, stretching to heaven,Pushing against the intruder,Faltering beneath the pressure,Of invading light,Falling to nothing,At the birth of new color,The last embers die,As the first beams shine.
Creating a Childhood UniverseSurf like mocha, curling on seashells,Toes curl like paper shavings into tawny sand,Little ebony paws, batting at cotton-dipped wands,Tiny, gentle fingers turning hair into toys,Wrapped in rich warmth, lost in safety,Laughter and tears, rolling out time,Staring at words, feeling their story,Living in forests and touching the stars,Playing with ogres and goblins and trolls.
Concrete SculptureConcrete sculpture standsCurves wrapping around each otherGrasping at nothing