Collaboration #6 / 2014
Confounding humanity/ Through the eyes of a wolf
©2014 Narcisse Navarre
@khajj
narcissenavarre.com
Ebon et Noir: Emporium Antiquaire
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electric crow aperture
the macrobiotic symbiosis is
a valley tongue sprung
from old mountains
cut by the will
of water over time
seeking our indulgences
rivers, ribbons and slivers
of civilized humanity
form stored trines
storied wax, waded brines
farms and other arms
of domesticated wild
daughters of millers
and fleet footed gods
make deals
for the parts
of themselves
that can never
be changed
sight for a nose
kites for fingers
tide after tide
archetypes and
the shiny things
stick to stealing
keys and memories
to feed the bleed
and churn of seasons
we reason
we collect our nostalgia
to know the empty
of a now on another day
we undergo throes
on journeys
of a caught captured
in someone’s blink
of an eye
where one understands
a universe can find
you sent a sent along too
©2014 Edward J. Rinaldi
@blindedbeatpoet
the blind lantern
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In my dreams and deep in my soul…
I miss something…which I called home.
As I get older…and the memories fade,
All I remember is my dear ones…standing in shades.
©2014 Aditya Sachan
About Me / Aditya Sachan
Views On Everything
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Who knew
this diamond view
could still be seen
after all these years
hard work and tears.
Who knew
this diamond view
could provide so much
through hot summers
blistered hands,
calloused but gentle touch
tending these lands.
Who knew,
this diamond view
could be multi-faceted
life long
loving strong.
I know now
how valuable you are
as I pass forth this diamond
for your heart to see
after all these years
hard work and tears
please remember the love of me.
©2014 April Higney
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silhouettes
sometimes
I wonder
if that old barn
is still standing
I can almost
see it
in a rough-sewn
diamond vignette
another
December day
when he
carried me home
laughing
caught my
long white dress
on the barbed
wire fence
sometimes
I wonder
if our old wounds
and my mother’s
heirloom lace
still lie somewhere
bare woodland
silhouettes
beneath a
crescent roof
and moonless
sky
©2014 csmoon
@christi_moon
Letters To The Moon
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The Barn
an abandoned barn
abandoned field
overgrown forest
a lovers hideaway
cold bed of bales
blood-dark trough
caught
by her husband
before their lips met
©2014 Gary Blankenship
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Sometimes I wonder if Cat
sees the same things I do
when he and I emerge from the brush
behind the house.
I see where She keeps family,
hearth and home, where
she sweeps away my cares,
calms my anger, offers her affection
as easily she sweeps
crumbs off its floor. I’m sure
Cat sees that warm place
where someone places crumbs
along the Warm Room floor’s
baseboard as bait on the trail
to the mouse Happy Hunting Ground.
But maybe he, too, sees the place
where she offers the miraculous hands
that soothe, that encourage,
that express love
in their housework roughness and
angel softness.
Maybe I’m wrong
and Cat sees what I see after all.
The Place of Hands where
Woman stokes our ferocity and
strokes us to domesticity.
©2014 Joseph Hesch
@JAHesch
A Thing For Words
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My deep and abiding gratitude to these poets and to so many others, over the last year, who were kind enough to share their poetry with my photographs. You make my blue eyes, sing.
Life Through Blue Eyes 
Diana thank you so very much for the inspiration to write, and loved reading all of the wonderful work here. 🙂 I’m not on blogging near as much but have not forgotten of the talents and reassurance of myself in my writing and my world. Many blessings to all!
~April xoxo
Thank you April. A collaboration with one, or many writers, is a joy. I hope to do more of it next year. Thank you, once again, for your poetry.