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Australian Artist Trudy Rice

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The Amazing Artwork of AKIANE

The Amazing Artwork of AKIANE

Featured Poet extraordinaire! Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda (1904–1973) was born in Parral, Chile, and is considered one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971. Accomplished in styles ranging from erotically charged love poems to surrealist works, historical epics and political manifestos, he was also a powerful figure in Chilean politics.

Clenched Soul by Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight.

No one saw us this evening hand in hand

While the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window

The fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun 

Burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched

In that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?

Who else was there?

Saying what?

Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly

When I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight

And my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings

Toward the twilight erasing statues.

Featured writer...Craig Froman (A fabulously gifted writer)"THE DUST UPON MY SILENT DREAMS"

Oleander-whispered lullabies

Journey on the crimson skies

In azure dreams I see her face

She’s anything but commonplace

Waltzing on my paper stairs

Every night she dances there

Earth stands still as she breathes

Nutmeg whispers in the leaves

Zinnia-scented paper screams

The dust upon my silent dreams

Eland stroll around my head

Lulling me into Wonder’s bed...

An owl on the moon is the story of one woman's search for life and a man's desperate attempt to escape life, bringing them together at an inn by a relentless sea. The story is filled with lyrical prose, poetry, and abstract images to enhance the fears and feelings of hopelessness faced by so many. It is the author's desire that this book will become a catalyst for healing and hope.

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Featuring Guest writer Aaron 'Wolfie' Morganstern YOU...I...ME

A Poem by Wolfwind Words

Inspired by life

They are like the rivers that ever flow

Ever change course, to carve their path as they see fit

They are like the tree’s that sprout across the land

Growing tall, branching out and then returning to the earth

They are like the tides that flow in and out of the shore

A constant rising and falling and rising again

They are like natures song, always playing its tune

A medley of complex changes and differences reverberating

They are we, humanity

You… I… Me…

A song catching the spirits wings

Lifting us upon a myriad of unique and vaulted destinies

The waters becoming a highway

Drifting our ideas from this place and that, there again

The wooded lands, a sanctuary or a tool

Finding solace in realities hard storms, the framework of a home

The endless liquid flow, akin to emotions

Flowing upon shores unknown, remembered and forgotten

We are free, humanity

You… I… Me…

Changing, an evolution of existence

Profound we make our presence known upon this Earth

Diversifying life’s grand order

Weaving conjoined tapestries, all our own

Cycling within the endlessly internal thoughts

Feelings becoming the cogs by which we function

Voicing the words crafted by need, want and desire

Filling a voids silence, a mirror of our souls

We be, humanity

You… I… Me…

Mountains and hills rising, vines growing grabbing

Strengthening our very knowledge of the great World

Intellect gaining stamina, nuggets of new

Traversing we do, this land we call ours

The mind, power stroking inspiration into the open

We paint the tapestry, a canvas for all

Feeling the eternal spark, the torch of life

We are guided to our handmade future

We see, humanity

You… I… Me…

© 2012 Wolfwind Words

The Defining Moment (Helen Woodward)

Mere words cannot give you the love I have to give

It flies with purpose under the beautiful wings of the Albatross

Over the foam and wild distance to a shore of my longing heart

The place where you wait out the winter in love with me

It is my prayer that my warmth will ease your tender soul

Reach into your heart with the hand of God guiding the way

How much I adore you with gratitude
Cherish you on this day of days

When the world seems to have stopped turning
For fear of breaking my reverie

Your comfort is my concern as is your happiness...
Nights of perfection await us

It is my wish that you laugh with abandon
And accept beyond doubt this moment

A moment that sets the love we share
With permanency forever more

The defining moment I feel so much
As I hear your beckoning voice still in my being

Anticipation of what we both know will be
Covers me with splendour

May the angels that guide us through eternity shower us
With what is rightfully ours

And smile on the togetherness of two souls in love
Two souls entwined

As you take my hand and never let go of this union
So blessed and feathered in soft down

We share loving care and bodies ripe with desire
Heat bearing down on us then and now...

And Always.

The Olive Grove

Love flails beneath the black moon

Severing ties once so richly made

The night sky is starless once again

And as the inky clouds give birth to a stunning dawn

No pleasure will she find through heavy eyelids

He does not know that love was complete

And as she remembers him

She understands the captivation

That led her...alone...to the olive grove

She breaks a branch of comfort there

Hoping to find a resting place with him

Somewhere in time~

Yet...what comes to mind

Concerns only rivers, Ferris wheels, white butterflies...

And blueberry ice-cream...

Loving does not hold a record of wrongs

If it is pure as was said so often

Her entire life has been lived for this moment...

A time of reconciliation with her soul

And deep examination of conscience

Came to life in the olive grove today...

She had been made redundant

She had made him redundant

That should have been the end of their perfect day

But love has a mind of its own

Meandering softly through the blindness of abhorrence

Leaving messages of hope

Creating wishful thinking of renewal

There is a place in all hearts for true love

Recognising it is not difficult

Making a home for it is easy

But in trying to maintain the momentum

We wind up with a deadlock of false/stubborn pride...

It is not God who creates the cesspools of life

They are man made by those who should know better...