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21/02/2012
Featured Poet extraordinaire! Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda (1904–1973) was born in Parral, Chile, and is considered one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971. Accomplished in styles ranging from erotically charged love poems to surrealist works, historical epics and political manifestos, he was also a powerful figure in Chilean politics.
Clenched Soul by Pablo Neruda
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
While the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
The fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
Burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
In that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
When I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
And my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
Toward the twilight erasing statues.
12/02/2012
Featured writer...Craig Froman (A fabulously gifted writer)"THE DUST UPON MY SILENT DREAMS"
Oleander-whispered lullabies
Journey on the crimson skies
In azure dreams I see her face
She’s anything but commonplace
Waltzing on my paper stairs
Every night she dances there
Earth stands still as she breathes
Nutmeg whispers in the leaves
Zinnia-scented paper screams
The dust upon my silent dreams
Eland stroll around my head
Lulling me into Wonder’s bed...
An owl on the moon is the story of one woman's search for life and a man's desperate attempt to escape life, bringing them together at an inn by a relentless sea. The story is filled with lyrical prose, poetry, and abstract images to enhance the fears and feelings of hopelessness faced by so many. It is the author's desire that this book will become a catalyst for healing and hope.
Purchase it HERE
10/02/2012
Featuring Guest writer Aaron 'Wolfie' Morganstern YOU...I...ME
A Poem by Wolfwind Words
Inspired by life
They are like the rivers that ever flow
Ever change course, to carve their path as they see fit
They are like the tree’s that sprout across the land
Growing tall, branching out and then returning to the earth
They are like the tides that flow in and out of the shore
A constant rising and falling and rising again
They are like natures song, always playing its tune
A medley of complex changes and differences reverberating
They are we, humanity
You… I… Me…
A song catching the spirits wings
Lifting us upon a myriad of unique and vaulted destinies
The waters becoming a highway
Drifting our ideas from this place and that, there again
The wooded lands, a sanctuary or a tool
Finding solace in realities hard storms, the framework of a home
The endless liquid flow, akin to emotions
Flowing upon shores unknown, remembered and forgotten
We are free, humanity
You… I… Me…
Changing, an evolution of existence
Profound we make our presence known upon this Earth
Diversifying life’s grand order
Weaving conjoined tapestries, all our own
Cycling within the endlessly internal thoughts
Feelings becoming the cogs by which we function
Voicing the words crafted by need, want and desire
Filling a voids silence, a mirror of our souls
We be, humanity
You… I… Me…
Mountains and hills rising, vines growing grabbing
Strengthening our very knowledge of the great World
Intellect gaining stamina, nuggets of new
Traversing we do, this land we call ours
The mind, power stroking inspiration into the open
We paint the tapestry, a canvas for all
Feeling the eternal spark, the torch of life
We are guided to our handmade future
We see, humanity
You… I… Me…
© 2012 Wolfwind Words
13/01/2012
The Defining Moment (Helen Woodward)
Mere words cannot give you the love I have to give
It flies with purpose under the beautiful wings of the Albatross
Over the foam and wild distance to a shore of my longing heart
The place where you wait out the winter in love with me
It is my prayer that my warmth will ease your tender soul
Reach into your heart with the hand of God guiding the way
How much I adore you with gratitude
Cherish you on this day of days
Cherish you on this day of days
When the world seems to have stopped turning
For fear of breaking my reverie
For fear of breaking my reverie
Your comfort is my concern as is your happiness...
Nights of perfection await us
Nights of perfection await us
It is my wish that you laugh with abandon
And accept beyond doubt this moment
And accept beyond doubt this moment
A moment that sets the love we share
With permanency forever more
With permanency forever more
The defining moment I feel so much
As I hear your beckoning voice still in my being
As I hear your beckoning voice still in my being
Anticipation of what we both know will be
Covers me with splendour
Covers me with splendour
May the angels that guide us through eternity shower us
With what is rightfully ours
With what is rightfully ours
And smile on the togetherness of two souls in love
Two souls entwined
Two souls entwined
As you take my hand and never let go of this union
So blessed and feathered in soft down
So blessed and feathered in soft down
We share loving care and bodies ripe with desire
Heat bearing down on us then and now...
Heat bearing down on us then and now...
And Always.
07/01/2012
The Olive Grove
Love flails beneath the black moon
Severing ties once so richly made
The night sky is starless once again
And as the inky clouds give birth to a stunning dawn
No pleasure will she find through heavy eyelids
He does not know that love was complete
And as she remembers him
She understands the captivation
That led her...alone...to the olive grove
She breaks a branch of comfort there
Hoping to find a resting place with him
Somewhere in time~
Yet...what comes to mind
Concerns only rivers, Ferris wheels, white butterflies...
And blueberry ice-cream...
Loving does not hold a record of wrongs
If it is pure as was said so often
Her entire life has been lived for this moment...
A time of reconciliation with her soul
And deep examination of conscience
Came to life in the olive grove today...
She had been made redundant
She had made him redundant
That should have been the end of their perfect day
But love has a mind of its own
Meandering softly through the blindness of abhorrence
Leaving messages of hope
Creating wishful thinking of renewal
There is a place in all hearts for true love
Recognising it is not difficult
Making a home for it is easy
But in trying to maintain the momentum
We wind up with a deadlock of false/stubborn pride...
It is not God who creates the cesspools of life
They are man made by those who should know better...
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