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Not much going on. Reading Sappho last week at acaciah inspired me to write a bit of my own poetry. And it's been a few months since I've composed poetry. So here goes:
Dear Aphrodite
I’ll sing hosannas to you name
Worship at your shrine
Pour out libations to please your divine self.
Be so kind as to offer him to me
Do not let me burn longer with this gentle flame
My lips hunger for a taste of your sweet nectar.
--shelly lloyd
The Painted art
The painted art,
The art of passion…
Where once there was nothing
Now exists a vibrant space
A living quality of color
A pattern of life.
The human touch, the luminous eye
Softening of the edges
Drawing passion like
The Old Masters;
Stroke upon stroke
The brush upon the canvas,
The hand upon the flesh.
Bleed color
My hungry eyes.
-shelly lloyd
And now if you'd like, here is a photo of moi that acaciah took of me reading sappho:
