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FIRST GLANCE
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She lowers her lashes,
steals a quick glance.
Knowing her beads
will make the light dance.
She tosses her head,
and turns it just so,
Allowing her beads
to sway to and fro.
His eyes seek permission,
and they speak of his needs.
Hers eyes give the answer
as she touches her beads.
She'll keep them forever
these beads made of glass
And fondle them gently
as her decades pass.
Time will not make
her memories dim
As she touches her beads
and thinks about him.
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BEADS
| Light dancing |
off tiny glass beads
moves with rhythms
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born of sand
and fire.
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SELF ANALYSIS
Compulsion? Obsession?
Demonic possession? |
Here's a suggestion!
Why question???
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SHHH!
Be still
sit quietly
feel the colors.
vibrating
waiting
for changing light. |
COLORS
| Colors so vivid |
chosen with care
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| Worn by both warrior |
and maiden so fair.
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BEAD WEAVER
| Shaped and woven, needle thin |
weaving out and weaving in.
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| Watch the colors gleam and glow, |
watch the object form and grow.
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| Deep inside the magic starts, |
builds within the weaver's heart.
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| Nimble fingers flying so |
adding more beads row by row.
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CHOICES
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Pencil flies
Designs emerge
Choose the beads,
colors to blend
I know it's here
A shade so rare
Beads,beads,
everywhere.
Looking
Searching
It's here somewhere,
I know.
Piles of beads begin to grow
It's here somewhere,
I know.
I know.
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FLIRT
| Carried by dancing, |
sparkling light
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| Message of love, |
whispers of night.
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| She turns her head |
arranges her hair
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| Sending a promise |
of love through the air.
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| Carried by dancing, |
sparkling light
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| Message of love, |
whispers of night.
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| Message of love, |
message of need.
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| Sent by the movement |
of m'lady's beads
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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
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Sleepless nights
Work all day
No time to play.
Inspiration may not last
Use the energy that comes
Now. It cannot wait.
Pots of coffee
Strong and black.
Grab a sandwich
Don't look back
Lights are burning
Through the night.
The mind is sharp
The body weary.
Don't give in
You need not sleep.
Time for rest, time for sleep
When the muse
Has given all.
When inspiration goes away
There will be time
To sleep.To play.
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FRAGMENTS
| Random thoughts, |
waiting to be heard.
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| Waiting for permission |
to vibrate
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Swirling
Twirling |
| Waiting for release, |
CHRYSALIS
| Renewal of |
life past
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| Beauty trapped |
within us all
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| Waiting for release |
| The metamorphosis |
| Our choice |
when to release
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the power
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| Hidden within. |
our personal
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chrysalis.
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