everything is Art, Art is Everything.
shadows leak letters onto landscape snow deepened the dark defined and the fire are one and the same law of space
By susan marie loeheabout a year 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
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
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 loehe2 years ago in Poets
standing at a window in the nights uncounted a baby on your shoulder rocking all those listening faces all the words written for later
without regret the unending lives upon yet more lives spiraling into creation this bright step in the staircase here marked and remarked
looking forward with burnt grace shining finer than fired porcelain the light through to bone a starved hand for all the never goers
when were the edges of invisibility to become a possibility of infinity? shall all outside the realm of the seen be disbelieved,