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Bear Hug

http://www.redbubble.com/people/catrinarno/works/10107033-schneewei-chen-snow-white

Schneeweißchen (Snow-White) by Catrin Welz-Stein

How is it…

you say you love me

I want you to adore me…

How is there a “but?”

While moving into your large, inclusive, warm hug,

noticing you put your head down on my chest,

I try to be fearless

elegant

and strong.

I should be scared

of you.

but your tenderness,

confidence,

and power

make me wonder…

are we stopping each other from moving on

or is there harmony and trust?

I CANNOT LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW.

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This beautiful artwork is of Catrin Welz-Stein called SCHNEEWEISSCHEN (SNOW-WHITE).

The artist invited writers at dVerse Poets Pub to write to some chosen pieces of her artwork.

Although I didn’t write about snow white, but the image in this particular piece of art moved me.

Thank you Catrin Welz-Stein and thank you Claudia Schoenfeld for this wonderful opportunity.

Please go visit Catrin Welz-Stein’s site as well as many creative and talented poets from dVerse Poets Pub.

Hot & Cold – Poetics Texture

This write is submitted for Poetics Texture at dVerse Poets-Pub, hosted by Victoria Ceretto-Slotto, published author as well as writer of live2write2day blog. The prompt she presented us with is the texture in poetry.

~

Dry we started out this night,

frigid, lonely, dunes apart.

promise lifts our harsh distrust,

we crave red steam – spicy, hot…

~

Desert sand glows with lust,

locks between my lips turned moist,

silent pants, misty pleasure

fill your hunger and my thirst.

~

heightened tension, free to fire, when

violent shrieks pierce our ears –

it’s red… it’s red! we cringe, I shiver,

cracks and gaps start surfacing.

~

Blush synthetics on my breasts,

we run, no time for sweet caress.

we grab, we shake our sleeping children,

rushing into metal grey.

~

Your glaucous sparkle, my greens and gold,           

touch each other from a distance.

with denim prayers for whiter days,

for silent nights,

for growing old.


~Struggling with major depression has carved many wrinkles and colored hairs grey. My partner in life is devoted, but sometimes it’s too hard for him to bare; Lately we’ve been working on closing the gap, trying to build trust. The guilt I carry is at times too heavy.

Also, I live in a land filled with distrust, anger and hatred. These past few days have got “hot” – with missiles fired on our homes, making things less quiet than usual. A house – five-minute drive from us – was hit, people injured, a couple killed. My “leaders” retaliate and so on and so forth… with little hope we wait…  ~~~ News: Cease fire declared… let’s hope it lasts! …

This write is about both fronts. I do live in the desert, and the days here are dry and the nights are cold.

I hope you read, perhaps connect and comment. Thank you.

deb  ~ ~

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