everything is Art, Art is Everything.
called upon by grace to hang me naked on the wall then wrap up in the stars to grow my wings from a cloud that covers the moon
By susan marie loehe3 days ago in Poets
(Of: wails, ales, ails and Wales, Solomon's saga of sacred union, May the mead of plenty have served you well by now and your eyes be clear)
By susan marie loeheabout a month ago in Poets
dark horse shining those forgotten dreams and lost wishes just bright and bursting right there on the curve of a flank
By susan marie loehe2 months ago in Poets
or in between the soft ticking of the gears in the depth of the soundwave unburdened by sonic exclamations unlimited thereby as well
shadows leak letters onto landscape snow deepened the dark defined and the fire are one and the same law of space
By susan marie loehe3 months ago in Poets
taken off and thrown hair lifting in the wind sweat drying stench blowing away hands grasp at nothing mouths spit gibberish
smiled into the invisible now you see it, now you don't unless, now you do looking into the distance and understanding the eventual visitation assured
By susan marie loehe4 months ago in Poets
just out of sight adjusted our eyes to the scope more clearly fashioned on the sea's horizon out there back here where supposition cripples our perspective
walk through the pools of philosophia your steps push through the rocking water your feet on the soft sandshift of time
By susan marie loehe5 months ago in Poets
not speaking of those poor babies, but you've been noble. I saw you then, I see you now, always holding all that freedom in
the injurious and the wounded the injurious wounded left in the dank shallow their bright pieces join me the bright peace has
look into my eyes or close yours and Imagine this Apology to Love: that when the world intruded, I found myself unable to believe.
By susan marie loehe6 months ago in Poets
