A brown-gray spider
On a web of woven
Gossamer
Rambled up
Dew-sprinkled rungs
Toward the tight bud
Of an amethyst tea rose,
Awaiting its fragrant reward
For the climb.
The moon smiled her approval.
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All posts for the day October 16th, 2011
“Check, Mate”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardQ – QR5
Q x Q (!!)
Kn x Q
Why drop your mouth in amazement?
You dangled her right in front of me, daring me—
You’re the one who thought I’d run
And do all I could to hang onto something
So obviously important
In order to keep her in
Reserve for later,
Just in case…
“I never expected you to do that”—
You’re damned right!
I’ve learned it’s better to not have expectations;
That way, I can never be disappointed again.
You took it for granted that I would
Never make such a huge sacrifice—
As a result, it cost you your most precious piece,
Your Queen,
And, ultimately, the game.
“Player”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardLike a chimp swinging
Branch to branch
Easily through the trees,
Attaching itself firmly
To the next before
Releasing the
Hold it had on the last,
Being mindful of the branch’s location
In case it needs to fall back on that
Anchored limb left behind.
Maybe the branches will tire and
Refuse to take part in this
Game being played
And let the chimp fall to travel
On its own two feet.
“Kundalini Totem”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardAlong the path I see him
Nestled on a fallen log
Awaiting my arrival.
Are you the one?
Yessssssssssssssss…
Should I fear you?
Only arroganccccccccce issssss complete abssssssencccccce of fear
In the faccccccce of the unknown…
Coiling ‘round my feet
Rising gyres
Upward spirals;
A slithering embrace
Brings me face to face
With the yellow eyes of green Kundalini.
Diving into my throat without warning,
Burrowing toward the heart;
A dull tugging at this chakra
As Kundalini continues
Downward
To exit from the vulva,
Carrying in his mouth
A large, black mass from within.
One bite of his fangs
Releases a yellow ooze
From the dark lump;
The poison of my pained heart
Puddles on the ground.
Transmutation begun
But not complete…
“Shamanic Journey”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardDown, down, down
To the drumming sound
Damp, dark steps
Descend to the depths
To the womb of our Earth Mother.
This earthen smell
Leads not towards hell
But to the part
Where beats the heart
Of the love of our Earth Mother.
The tunnel floor
Reveals a door;
Once opened wide
There is inside
The realm of our Earth Mother.
Leave fear behind
In hopes to find
The spirit guide
Who dwells inside
The heart of our Earth Mother.
Be welcomed by our Mother.
“Grounding”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardA tap root emerges from deep within my womanhood
Plunging downward to pierce the ground beneath my feet
Penetrating, tunneling, driving toward the
Throbbing pulse of the Mother
Through layers down to where the
Core expands as a crystal cavern
Gleaming white, bright light
Surrounding a warm, deep pool
That accepts the presence of my root.
Drinking deeply of the Mother’s love,
Sending it pulsating up through the tap
Into the depths of my own cavern;
Its throbbing energy stirs the senses,
Commanding my full attention.
Arms outstretched reach toward the sky,
Lengthening, branching out
To embrace the warmth of the sun,
Drawing his energy into my limbs;
An electrifyingly intense current
That seeks out the pulsating rhythm in my womb,
There to unite with the Mother,
With me,
Mingling sensations of an internal dance;
Cosmic energy now contained.
I am one with the Earth,
One with the Sky,
Their united power in me.
“Metamorphisis”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardYour touch has cracked the
Crystal chrysalis ‘round my heart, 
Thawing its icy exterior with a kiss.
And now the dilemma…
Shall I hold back, waiting,
Hoping you will peel this shell away,
Or do I burst forth
To test these new wings,
Daring to love again?
You give me the strength to try…
“Raw Passion”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardExplosive ecstasy on a sea of pure pleasure;
Oral sensations beyond human measure;
Our mouths pressed together with tongues lightly darting
Fill me with passion and reluctant parting
From lips that are sweeter than any known taste
Which replant themselves on my neck, breasts and waist.
You fulfill my fantasies once thought as forbidden
While unlocking desires that I’d always kept hidden.
When I am with you, I no longer feel fear
Of being rejected with a sarcastic sneer.
Acceptance allows me to fully expand
Toward an open mind and I know where I stand
Through truth and not lies, nor pain, nor deceit,
And into myself I no longer retreat
To hide away in anger and shame,
Or break into tears at the drop of a name.
You’ve shown me passion through trust and desire
And ignited in me an undying fire;
To kiss you, to taste you, to take you inside;
An exciting new journey with you as my guide!
“Love is a Decision”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardA wonder that begins with magic, mystique,
When a simple touch surges with power…
The Fates merge their efforts into weaving
A web of obstacles into one braid of shining gold
Presented for all to see and admire.
Their task is complete now that two are woven together—
But the pair must keep the strands intertwined.
Though seemingly inseparable,
The weave will face its test of strength.
Its edges may fray from time to time,
Yet the tools of repair are within grasp
If one chooses to take them up.
Magic wove them together…
Work will keep the weave strong.
“Your Gardening Angel”
Published October 16, 2011 by Susan WoodwardBlooming cosmos and snapping dragons
In a patch of sweet serenity;
Passion flowers and
Passionate hearts
Beautify the face of Mother Earth.
Summer rains bring
Occasional wet wings
And a tipped halo or two,
But the angels toil tenderly
To the music of
Water falling
Rhythmically
Against the rocks.
Lilies bob as fish and frogs play
Hide and seek
With the dragon fly;
Brown spider tirelessly tends her web
Among the terra cotta;
The hum of a Kubota in the distance
Lulls the senses.
Ahh… dreaming away again in Martha Stewartville.
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