With A Little Help From Some Friends….
Secretive she must be
Yet the glow – she knows – is
Attractive to all of them
Creatures of darkness
Reveling in her musky light
Dreaming of confounding her…
Honoré Dupuis is a long-time friend on Twitter as well as Facebook. He is a writer and one of my favorite photographers. Please take a moment to read a little about him and his writing at “Of Glass & Paper”. You’ll also find his photography here in “ThisCornerOfTheWoods”.
In the storm
An electric flower
A paradox of time:
With eternal light
Victor Bueno is another long-time online friend whose work had me happily breaking out my old knowledge of Spanish. There’s something special about being able to read a poet’s words in his/her own language. You’ll find Victor’s poetry and short stories here at “Victor A. Bueno M. | poesía y cuentos cortos”.
a child’s tear –
learning from moonlight
where to hide
virgin bud, opens with hope
under dew-ripening moon,
perfect petaled beauty, making
every star swoon, she blushes
in blue light tonight
shy yet proud, resplendent in
naked glory, she wants to
scream aloud, this is not
a simple story, her desires fueled
by fires at night
dare she peek at the coming
morn’s light? Or should she
hide behind cravings of love
betrayed, waiting to be picked
and proudly displayed
a delicate question she now
has to reply, should she give
her all, or slowly wilt
The Bogfather aka @mojonathan73 is a new friend on Twitter. This is our first collaboration and I applaud his bravery 🙂 I also hope it won’t be our last. You can find out a little more about him and explore his work here at “Poeticity – feel the noize”.
I live in the dreams of an unexpressed life
and leave out its vivid silver-light contours.
Overcome with visceral anxiety, I see you first,
Even though my vivid passions lose you last.
Don’t worry. You’re among alien moons now,
crossed off an emotional grocery list
or became rain returning to sea.
Darkness is a matter of gathered perspectives
But temporary as affection is –
I wonder at the base of so called flowers:
What will they think of this?
Where is the critical seconds of breath?
How will they touch me?
Brayton Price is a relatively new friend but one with whom I’ve now done ten collaborations here at Life Through Blue Eyes. My friend James Rinalducci introduced me to Brayton’s poetry, for which I’m very grateful. If you click on his name, you’ll find yourself at his Facebook page where you might be fortunate enough to catch him writing on that day. Or you can also click on the links below, for our previous collaborations.