The Poetry of LoveBlue eyes haunt my memory,pressing their seal upon my heart and soul –your softness has me aching for one more breathless, single kiss.Beautiful crashes of bodies remind me of how I desperatelycrave you – love you – now, for always.I seek the comfort of your arms – I need you, as the poet needs his pen.Your touch rouses all that is beautiful and divine.I collect precious memories, one by one –of the sunlight reflected in the gorgeousness of your eyes.Your baby-blues call out as a luscious siren, reminding methat I am alive – please, call me home.Keep hold upon my love for you – my beautiful, fiery bolt of sunshine.My heartbeat leaps to the tender beckoning of your sweet song.Passion a-bounds; as my spirit longs for yours,and our united hearts ignite the night – our flames of desire –carry on, my dearest – carry on: protect my heart, my soul, know my love.Memories of you engulf me – as I pray for the ecsta
August: Loving SpiritWelcome to August!While a new summer month begins, I have noticed there has been another stir within the Literature community, as of late. Several insightful deviants raised various, significant points about the state of our tight knit circle. Over the course of my years here as an actively involved community deviant, I have written about the many blessings this very community has freely provided to those seeking out encouraging outlets.I try my absolute best to stand by the positive ideals I re-enforce – striving daily to be an active voice for those who may feel they are not always heard. Rest assured; even the quietest voices have a large impact. Those of you who may think those of us in our presumed positions of wider influence and power do not truly see you: we do. I keep my mind and heart open to new opportunities that present themselves. I am
Inspiring Deviants: LiteratureEveryday, I have the opportunity to meet so many wonderful deviants who continue to inspire me. In the eight years I have shared my writing here, I have had the privilege to meet others who value my passion for Literature and beyond – and have gained so much. From many here I have learned the power of stirring inspiration, delving into our creative passions, and connections in love and friendship. I wanted to spotlight just a few artistic souls who have made a distinctive impact in my life – and to express my deepest gratitude towards them all for making a difference within our Literature community.You Have Made a Difference in My Life…AGMeadeAmber shines not only through her graceful personality, but also in her talents as a writer. You can trust in knowing that with Amber’s writing you will find truth and beauty.:devDreamsinstati
May Community CaringWelcome to May!Looking forward to a new month, I anticipate several upcoming events within the community. Recently, in correlation with one of these related DeviantART projects, I began my research in perusing through some of my older journals. I feel honored to say being a member of this tight-knit community over the years has given me so much enduring courage and strength. I have truly grown in these eight years – and continue growing. I strive to persist in reaching out to others in positive and caring ways.Some visit my second home and may wonder – and indeed – others have asked: how did you get your start? What compels you to keep going, and: why do you do what it is you do?In beginning to forge a positive role, I began by selflessly seeking to give an enduring part of my own heart toward a greater cause – giving sincerity, loving support, and working “deviously” in promoting other artists who share(d) my passion here for all things Literatur
Mid July News: AppreciationThere are defining moments that come to us – reminding us of our blessings. They oftentimes reveal themselves in the most unexpected of places, as we travel down our paths. And, whether they are blessings in disguise, or unique challenges that may tempt our inner demons, they mold and change us. These ongoing challenges make us come to appreciate the rare, truest gifts. One needn’t look too far to discover that the littlest things – these relished things that are not truly “things” – indeed are the most valuable, loved “things” in our lives that we should be ever-thankful for, and to forever cherish. These most beloved “things” in our lives are the enduring friendships, our support systems, and the tender guidance of a loved one. They are the silent prayers others freely offer – the sweetest embraces – and the whispers of encouragement. They are the unity of our communities, the free flowing, thoughtful crit
Mid December News: Season of LoveAs we celebrate another festive and joyful season, I take time to celebrate my many blessings. I am blessed to know so many whose hearts have connected with mine – having reached forth loving hands – creating everlasting bonds. I happily return home to DeviantART again and again, to find affectionate support and comfort. I cannot even begin to thank everyone who has made such a difference in expressing his or her dearest friendship and sincerest care towards me. All of you here who I have the esteemed honor to call “friend” – have deeply touched a special part of my soul. I did not wish for another holiday season to pass by without my having said so. It is a rare, beautiful gift – perhaps the most rare and precious of all. I am so thankful for it: truly, truly. Friendships, trust, love, honor, and faith – these are the most wonderful gifts, priceless and true.The holiday is the season of giving and the season of love. But, I hope to give selfl
30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume XIIIWhat's This?Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. And, if there is a writer that may not be listed in this edition, you may wish to <a wytiwyg="1" href="http://ladylincoln.deviantart.com/journal/30-Writers-You-Should-Discover-Volume-V-253955140">
Mid March News: ShadowsIn two days, there will be another birthday. It is a special one, thought it is a day I can no longer share with one of the few people in this living world that have meant so very much to me. Momma’s birthday anniversary still stings deep. Sadly, I fear it always will – but in the past, I did latch onto the fragile hope I might at last be able to re-connect with someone else who was important to her. In my sincerity and dutiful actions, I prayed I was doing everything in my power to abide by my momma’s last request: to see to her husband’s well being. In the recent past three years I have tried – and I kept on fighting (a losing battle) – until the very end, when it all became a bittersweet failure.And, despite how deeply hurt I felt (and still feel so today), that it was all so bitterly one sided; in my heart, I wanted to always believe that there would come a day when the phone might ring, or there might be a knock upon my door, and that at last,
Mid May News: Loving LightIn two weeks, I will be celebrating another DeviantART anniversary. Within my community, I am overjoyed to see a generous extension of kindness. I feel honored to be a part of this community, to see others reaching out with selfless hearts to inspire their fellow deviants. As artists, we give over so much of ourselves; whether in expressing our souls through a paintbrush or in pen strokes – it is a precious honor to be a grand part of something so encouraging. In almost nine years, there has been much growth and change – though, what community evolves without such things? The ongoing privilege of interacting with my community has made such a difference in my own role as a senior deviant, and I am sincerely blessed to have found such an extraordinary place within it. And, every single day, I give my immeasurable gratitude for each unique experience.The unity within this community from those who inspire me on a daily basis, are the reason this unity exists in the first place
.i would shed my skinwith autumn, but my veins wouldcrack like the dry leaves
ResidueShe wilts in the wind,but laughter still sounds from aleftover shadow.
Space BlanketsPurple cloudsdraped over crescent hips--bashful twin moons.
MythosThe Hunter Orion's prey— a sky of fleeing stars: dawn.Chiron Sagittarius: the archer's arrow, piercing eventide.
Winter's WindowMisted palm printmelting ice spiderwebs,fingers framed by sunlight.
1,001 NightsIn a land ofdreams and dust:the curve ofa half-hazed sun,devoured.
Lingerhow can i move forward,when the fingerprints of my insecuritiesare still lingering within my chest,pressing against my ribs like piano keys?i am just waiting, for the day,when the saddest parts of meare overcome with songs of serenity.
BriefLife is full of fireworks;a brief moment of artimitating the stars -They are not stars.Stars are born, they burn,they die.Fireworks are merelypromises made andnot kept.When a fleeting timeof light and beautypretendsthat the darkness is not so.
Counting Starslatelyi've taken uplyingon the floorlooking upat the ceilingof the earthcounting starsdiscountinglaws of physicsthey seemso closeto touchingon the tipsof my fingersas ourheadsbump topon topwith ourentangled hairand synchronizedhearts.
HaikuWriMo1Church spire, stretching,weds the moon.2Slate skyand a heavy heat;collapsing.3Embroidered stars—celestial needlework.4Fairy wrens:steeds of elven knights,armoured all in blue.5Raindrops—wet wings,startled honeybee.6Huntsmanupon orange glass:a specimen, fossilisedin amber.7Scarred grape,veined in gold—kintsugi.8White blossoms,fallen like snowdrops.9Eagle in flight,great wings cradlingthe half-moon.10Pastel sun,peeking from a soft,smoky grey duvet.11The world settles;the heavens awaken—storm.12Black swans:two arrows in tandem.13Mirror-verse—sunset’s reflection,river-bound.14The yellow of anold book:crinkled paper moon.15Tangled in old web—a spider, noosed.16Rough brushstrokesof a smudged landscape:Impressionism.17Giant’s treasure:pot of molten goldspilledalong the treetops.18Raindropslike gemstones,flinging light.
His Better HalfBride/GroomWife/Husband /Widower
I keep the trackI keep the trackin spite of the pouring rainleading towards home
LandingWhen a butterflypauses on your freckled noseso does the summer.
pyrrhic lamentman's final sunset,lost in embered horizons;the purge is complete.
winterice sculpts the sunrise,filters down to still the day;silver mists echo
okt 1crisp dawn breaks,'luming ice blue skies;herfst is hier.
Sun-ShyStars skitterbehind Moon Mother's skirt,sun-shy.
LoveCaramel kisses drizzlefrom your lips, and Istill to a pulsebeat.
It's truly simple but wonderful.
Even simple things can have so many hidden meanings