Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Wild Flower She is a wild flower Seed from eastern hurtled ward Coiffured wounds an outcast shore Throned snake’s sleeping field Swelling sandstone hunchbacked edges Starved dark-thunder symphonic hurling nest Sun-bleached skeleton of digger’s loving eyes Kissing their desert, blue tattered pain Swaddles their wooing shroud, red bloomed Golden jackeroo hands tantalizing her curvature Glory of impearled flesh shatters her inflected grief Her claret nectar plucking moonbeams Dampening mid night mist dares to impede Beaming breathlessly stars in her pollinated lips Cruelly seducing them, scandalized in her desert land Mournful, beauteous echo, unsettled in her abyss Twilight scarlet ruffled in her stripped waist Bare creamy ankles tailing a silky sunset Waltzing red sand desert embezzling moon light Her chamber of rasping western scarf Drumming moon beetles, badge of agleam eve Ambrosial lusty Dominique clinging gyrating veins Wind brushes heartstrings, starry seashell songs Puncturing streams snarling beauteously Intoxicating scent of steps from dreams Her nostalgic hidden pain lays inflamed Dandy sun sweeping his day, eagle railing road Ramping glinting river ghosts, tide staking the moon She is a visitor in her land Transitory wheel of ripples Swank moonlight entwines cobalt seas Quilt of her watery piercing everlasting pain Millions of ghosts spangle curling wasteland Serpentine lovers paddocking trinket beams Time chews in her mortal fate Motionless tide comes to her flowery burial bier Turf dust beautifies her gasping face Drinks a last blazing breath in her full moon bed Clutches the warmth of the triumphing sun Stillness in her digger’s loving skeleton arms Listens to her celestial requiem of serpentine Firmly clips her petals without protest 20/11/02, 4:30pm www.youngsunkimwalker.com www.starryhome.com 1:30:24 PM    comment []

Do I Know?   The dusky heart deep within You can hear the nostalgic seasons They long gone but an affair of its own They come with a heart aching weep O all of these whispering, unborn leaves Wreathed eastern valley ebbing like a swoon   Why are they hurry for pointed distant? Would they belong to their happiness? Trace of string unbigoted trance Little warmth tailing their passages Often goes after them as masked shadows Stalking cold garmented gusts Night weave them into long distant And hunting for their warmth  Craving  for one turf of  happiness Mind of happiness is a traveler Summer bee sting ablution of tracks O night leaned against green rhythms Repay their obligation for an existence   2.04am 17/07/07 2:11:41 AM    comment []

No title   There are things formless but very clearly formed In my mind see all these without forms with forms What is heaven and what is the earth What before and after Why before comes and then after follows We made haven we made earth and stars Silence with void like a lover See the lonesome sky  its concealment   They stand alone does not change Comes around and always new Like little a girl, like a mother I don’t know its name but in my breasts   Grace, I call her “the path€ť   1:39:35 AM    comment []

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