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SUSURRUS

 Susurrus soothing solidified solace 

Observing sound's romance with

Turgid agua creek banks and tall tremulous leaves, trees stretching yoga postures

Blue blue sky suggesting eternal value

To have and share vibrance ripples

Eddies upon Eddies upon Eddy's

Dancing rivulets of water/flow/times

Vortexian self-similarity like fractals

Doing the Schottisch one two three hop,one two three hop, hop,  hop,  hop,  hop…

Affectionate mental love making because

There is no comparison to being with this Mistress, except true love and one- ness;

Is no substitute but a great gratitudinous 

Ecstacy, kisses upon kisses

Deep intensity of sensitive chaos amidst

Forest glade and grass blade

The screenplay priceless photos

No fire other than the fire rushing pell mell

Along with multitudes of skirts up and no shame Anywhere.

Children running in almost mindless play

Glad tidings to all; happy to be right here

With a heart to feel the timeless joy and dances

Glance at the hand that so sublimely echos and mirrors the working man's hands and, oddly, the stones that speak of eons of effort

Don't really need a girlfriend cause this is Unconditional Love 

such lover we come back to over and over

Honey dripping from her mouth

Water pouring out of her and nothing else to  do but be naturally gorgeous and mysterious;

Susurrus is her name and flowing over rocks is her game;Nurturing the grassy banks and knolls

Frolic in the Forest Arroyo.

Volver Volver Volver , a tus Brazos otra  vez

Pebbles and  stones and boulders all cohabiting and each silently screaming,

Look at me on my billionth birthday today,

More or less.  Yes I've been around these parts. 

Volver a mis Brazos otra vez.

BARKITECTURE by Thor.

 

TO BE OR NOT TO BE; THAT IS THE QUESTION.

 When a woman loses a pregnancy there can be great grief and little support out there.

What do I mean?

A profound thing happens but often there are not clear reasons; mostly statistics for how often this happens; 25 per cent of the time, they say.  It is not considered all that important in some ways.

The body or some circumstance has somehow made a decision to abort.

The mother can grieve but there is not a body of deep understanding; like a strange little secret about the mystery being cast out somehow.

No religious ceremony.

No burial

No Grave

No poetry to read 

Few people to talk to…

No time off work

No money

No presents

Just no hopes anymore.

When a woman makes that decision,

In the situation of needing to do what

Nature does 25 per cent of the time;

Make a decision maybe once or twice in a lifetime 

Then still there is no poetry to read

No service

No support

No clean path.

So these women have a lot in common in one way and so does the slave woman who is impregnated or the girl on her first date or a women in a myriad of situations like this who might still wonder what the child might have looked like or acted like.

Natural curiosity.

Natural thoughts.

Like the pain of lost love

Or the pain of losing anything

Or the relief.

We need to control our bodies

Like how our hands make something.

How we decide to be ourselves.

Or see our lives like falling leafs 

And we learn to let other people just be themselves and not try to change them;

Turns out we pretty much can't anyway.

No matter how hard we try

Just almost impossible. 

So it appears that life is about

Choices; for all of us, even,

Sometimes really really impossibly 

Tough ones.

Still about probabilities and compromises,

Still about survival, just as our natural bodies seem to make tough decisions based on complicated calculus, so we, the owners of our bodies do the same and we attempt to Manage.

The unspeakable cruelty of a misogynist's 

Prying into their bodies and lives to ascertain that perhaps the woman ingested a pill is beyond reproach and yet, this is the world we find ourselves in;

Where a woman cowers while a man who needs a free vasectomy gloats about his concern for life.

Shame on them; those men and their patriarchal religions.

A woman should never ever ever be under the thumb of a man or have a man pry into their lives and bodies.

Period.

This must stop and most of the world knows it, except for the uneducated, fanatics.

Shame on them; hypocrites as they send their tender children off to war to die in their places.

They open up the grief and pain and stomp around by suggesting they will codify their dominance and intrusion.

 The pain 

Cowards and true murderers in fact!

Dogs in mangers.

You who have no tools to be a mother;

Back off!