June 2013
4 posts
May 2013
6 posts
April 2013
10 posts
Where is the joyous
Bend in road?
Where is the remote crossing
Over water in which a good clean
Break is patched majestically?
From the crook of our arms
We observe our metamorphosis
The tranquil turning of guises
Planes of face fractured
Effortlessly
What is the time
Of complete renewal?
When does flesh strain in the
Heady embrace of bearing
When do the seeds’ life
Fold back upon itself
Pursed
From the spire of our spines
We hang necks drowsy
To observe the shifting of earth
With which we are to mark time
In primitive symbols
- new poem by self, Samantha Ylva Beasley, April 2013
The face of a voluptuous moon
Shade of onyx, dull husk
A shard wrapped in dirty linen
Suspended by immaculate thread
The turning of a rigid back
Upon the sound of heaves and bleats
Repetitive through generations
An honored matrimonial tradition
The blistering gem of water
Sensuous, forceful
Upon receptive blooms in morning
Sucking mournfully and blissfully
The smooth ripple of closing door
Vibration through wood underfoot
Small earthquake of human force
A palpable sigh or dead wind
The weight of soil
Leavened, deftly tangible
Rapturously feeding gluttonous roots
With meal of cinder, bone, displaced shell
The weightlessness of silence
Inexhaustibly wrapping landscapes in dignity
After unfettered burn and break
The Spinster of stillness
(I do create, I do stagnate
I part the reeds to lie in lakes)
- new untitled poem by self, Samantha Ylva Beasley
