Tag: stardust

In the Dust of this Earth

On By dancingpalmtreesIn African American Queen, African Goddess, Arboreal Splendor, Atlantis, Dust in the Wind, Earth, Fauna, Flora, Foliage, Gaia, Galaxies, ground, Heaven, In the Dust of This Planet, Luna, Moon, Sand, Saturn, Soil, Solar systems, sphere, Stardust, womb2 Comments

Dust in the Wind….

All we are is Dust in the Wind……

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Rings of Saturn
Rings of Saturn

We are Stardust fallen from Heaven.

Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more.  Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.

In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom.  You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground.  Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.

Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.

In the Dust of this Planet
In the Dust of this Planet

Plethora of Poems

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Poems, Poetry, Zipporah

Plethora of Poems

The Beauty of Zipporah

Little girl playing with make-up brushes and powders.

Imagining her grown-up days.

She is me. I was she playing with my Mommy’s Avon.

Hermes in the Hood ~ Our Ghetto Mercury

Young man perched atop his walker waiting at bus stop. Wings on his sneakers. Secretly envisaging flight in his heart. Yearning to dance gracefully on twisted limbs.

Hermes Shoes
Hermes Shoes

From Dusk to Dawn

I am that Shadowy writer moving effortlessly through time and space.

The Fly escaped from the ointment now on the wall unnoticed but listening, observing yet not observed.

Carefully chronicling lives off the bottom edge of the social pyramid. Outcasts, commuters, proles and misfits captured in words and pictures.

In the midst yet far from the realm of the vexing insanity and loitering bubbling mass hordes.

The day is beautiful but the nocturnal dominions beckon. Enthralling, enchanting and invigorating twilight wanderings.

Stardust mixed with fleshy moving throngs. Magical mystical allures of waning daylight hours when the masque is removed and truth revealed.