Can I bear the pain of pain?
Can I simply
stay
allow
bend
burn
heal
Numbness – yet another dancing partner
Stepping on my toes, whispering sweet nothings
Empty things
Things on black wings
Smelling of
Cold sweat
And turpentine
Devi, your alter ego is devouring me
The feast is lasting long into the night
The Dark Mother has me in her grip
I am seduced
…
(photo by Alice Popkorn)
The Little Writer That Could 
“The Dark Mother has me in her grip
I am seduced”
wow. just wow.
two posts!!!! woohoo!
Im rich with April!
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Ha! You are the goddess of the blogosphere… If I had half your talent I could retire with cabanna boys bringing me drinks with little umbrellas. 😆
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well oh my goodness. I SO am not.
Im just one crazy who put out her slab for consideration…
and love you.
and your writing. 🙂
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I liked the subtle dark shades..or am I reading too much into the lines? Interesting choice of picture and some beautiful lines.Quite liked it.
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Thank you! I would not argue with subtle dark shades. Ah, but here’s the question: What is darkness?
🙂
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When there’s no hope left behind on that starry starry night…..
darkness cloaks the last spec of light
the heart loses it s fight
life fades into the night…
Darkness is born,darkness is sworn….
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Stunning! And I would add that the darkness embraces as only total acceptance and love can…
So for me, darkness is the face of Kali, of Devi, of my beloved Amma… and the universe itself…
(What a talent you are!)
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