September 30, 2017

Poetry Reading: “Sealed”

© Jane Bled 2016 – 2017
All Rights Reserved.

I am next to you.

My eyes caress the form
I memorized long before
You orbited these celestial waters…

Or were you always there,
Forging our swords
As orange-blue armory;
A poker-hot valance
To brandish in tantric collision?

No horses to ride,
But their hooves rumble
Distant thunder —
Closer than your breath —
As hearts beat
Love we made
To fill our mason jar
Of hand-sealed dreams.

Under pressure of scandalous scrutiny,
You’ve revealed yourself to me,
And I need more.



Shielded | Photo © Jane Bled

How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be

– Guillaume Apollinaire, “Mirabeau Bridge”

About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free of expectations. Awakening. Light side: love, peace, art. Dark side: ****** I despise the word 'follower'. It calls to mind lemmings, sheep, cults, etc. Here to exhibit my art -- not aiming to gain a flock of seagulls that mournfully cry out my name as they fail to reach me.


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