You know you’re doing something right when the ignorant fear your candlelight. You illuminate a profoundly sick society.
You know you’re doing something right when the ignorant fear your candlelight. You illuminate a profoundly sick society.
I touched the scent of dawn
Watching people fall away
From each other.
There are walls inside walls (here)
housing gardens strewn with plucked blossom
of dying faith, littered memories
rest like forgotten ever-mores,
Lilies dipping fingers in murky ponds of stagnate water
long past flowing, forward…
.. ..
Fathers never kissed by little smiles
clutter stone benches, experiences blowing
across fields of lost promises softly swaying
in water ripples. On sunlight,
whispers echo feather gentle fingers
and gentlemen stand in rows,
facing desert sands and azure skies
invoking hope upon the Hand of God
while the moon splays itself over disappointments
buried beneath ego’s primed with pride
… eggshells crumble.
.. ..
Silently, as dreamscapes roll along the street
so too the wheel turns
sending pilgrims to supplications before gardens of
Forget-me-nots.
(c) A Hannan
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I simply love this award. From writers to writers… those who inspire exploration and implore a tighter articulation of the written word, those who leave us thinking, feeling, breathing a little deeper…
Being sick and lazy, I’m going to keep this short. Many thanks for the nomination. Its always humbling when you can touch someones life, even if only as softly as a spring breeze…
Enraptured, a lily opens; frozen in this frame, a jewel of sorrows forgetfulness. Life, breaking dawn; promises only death.
I pressed my lips to his
A kiss of stamen birthed to rising sun
Swollen, ripe
Curves of bliss traverse landscapes
Painted, to match the flower
Enticing man to virgin breasts.
(c) A Hannan
The history of lipstick can be traced back as far as 5,000 years when semi-precious jewels, plants, ants and seaweed were used to colour the lips red, pink or deep brown. Its origins, although prone to contradictions, often undiscussed and unadmitted, were of an erotic manner. For thousands of years the mouth has been considered the most sensual part of a woman’s face and woman have relished in exploiting this power by decorating and enhancing, colouring the lips to match the labia. Although, lipstick is not merely seductive. Depending on the colour and shape of the lip line, lipstick is also a symbol of power, of sophistication, of rebellion, of courage, of optimism and more.
Note: The stamens in a flower are collectively called the androecium (from Greek andros oikia: man’s house)