REFLECTIONS FROM MOON LADY
November 2009
I've been reading quite a lot of Spanish poetry lately and am particularly fond of the beautiful and passionate words of Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Whenever I need a sense of calm and want to escape into poetry, Neruda is often my first choice.
My poem "Into Africa: a Tribute to Dan Eldon" was the recipient of Writing.com's 2008 Quill Award for Best Free-Verse Poem. I feel very honored to have received this award and invite you to read and comment on "Into Africa", which you will find in my list of poems.
ABOUT ME: I retired to a beautiful tropical island off the SW Gulf Coast of Florida in 2008. I enjoy sitting with my notebook by the water under the palms that catch the constant breezes from the bay. From my lanai I'm able to watch dolphins at play, and barnacle-encrusted manatees are drawn to the warmer waters of the lagoon during the day, charming island residents and visitors for hours before moving out to deeper waters in the evening.
In addition to reading and writing poetry, I enjoy historical mysteries, as well as the earth sciences, and learning Spanish conversation. I love the mythology and legends of the British Isles and recently discovered that my Scots-Irish ancestry can be traced all the way back to the Danish Viking warrior, Somerled.
I've played contemporary Native American Flute for 16 years and had the opportunity to personally mentor for a week with NAF recording artist, R. Carlos Nakai (Navajo/Ute), whose beautiful music continues to inspire me. www.rcarlosnakai.com
November 2009
I've been reading quite a lot of Spanish poetry lately and am particularly fond of the beautiful and passionate words of Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Whenever I need a sense of calm and want to escape into poetry, Neruda is often my first choice.
My poem "Into Africa: a Tribute to Dan Eldon" was the recipient of Writing.com's 2008 Quill Award for Best Free-Verse Poem. I feel very honored to have received this award and invite you to read and comment on "Into Africa", which you will find in my list of poems.
ABOUT ME: I retired to a beautiful tropical island off the SW Gulf Coast of Florida in 2008. I enjoy sitting with my notebook by the water under the palms that catch the constant breezes from the bay. From my lanai I'm able to watch dolphins at play, and barnacle-encrusted manatees are drawn to the warmer waters of the lagoon during the day, charming island residents and visitors for hours before moving out to deeper waters in the evening.
In addition to reading and writing poetry, I enjoy historical mysteries, as well as the earth sciences, and learning Spanish conversation. I love the mythology and legends of the British Isles and recently discovered that my Scots-Irish ancestry can be traced all the way back to the Danish Viking warrior, Somerled.
I've played contemporary Native American Flute for 16 years and had the opportunity to personally mentor for a week with NAF recording artist, R. Carlos Nakai (Navajo/Ute), whose beautiful music continues to inspire me. www.rcarlosnakai.com
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, and quote is "Pushing myself too much lately - need to slow down!". - I am a woman from Florida (United States)
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It was a nice place to be, adrift in dream, / My face nestled into the pillow, believing it to be / The soft hollow of your shoulder. / Mew
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Africa was never on my itinerary,
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ASTRAL FLIGHT / The man appeared in a dream. / Cloaked and vaporous, / One pale hand extended / Not as much in greeting as command. / Thus
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Dust motes drift lazily before the small window / grimy with accumulated years of neglect. / A shaft of pale sun hunts a crack in the pane,
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SIRIUS RISING / Howls echo, tones rising and falling on the wind / gusting through trees struggling to grow / in the dank, organic soil of
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THE HATCHLING / Incubating beneath the heat of the Dog Star, / a basilisk egg shivers as if touched by cool ghostly fingers. / Its transpar
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- Into Africa: A Tribute to Dan Eldon (1970 - 1993) at sharepoetry
Africa was never on my itinerary, / the route clearly marked on my ancestral map of Ireland, / spread out on the floor like a patchwork quilt / so I could smooth out the crinkly creases / that never folded up the same way twice. / / My eyes - Moon Woman Part 1: Tryst at sharepoetry
The woman's thighs hug the horse's sides, / making the saddle leather creak. / Warm breasts press hard against the other rider's back. / He shudders, feeling their heat burn through his cloak. / / Flying hair tangles with silver mane / as boo - Texas Heat and Ansel Adams at sharepoetry
Taking a last deep breath / of the cool circulating air, / I open the car door and step out / into the Texas heat. / / Palpable and cloying, it hits me: / steamy fingers clawing little troughs of sweat / along forehead, cheeks, and back;
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