Artists and poets can experience moments of "cross fertilization"
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MOON
I cry to the winds
hear no answer
cry all night
the stars are cold
beg for your arms
you hug yourself:
The moon waxes
and wanes
never grows warmer.
AERONWY THOMAS
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WINTER LIGHTS
The thin sunlight
Reflects white snow
Shades of Winter
AERONWY THOMAS
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THE SORCERER
He He He
walks runs eyes me
nonchalantly to up and down
my way the next unexpectledly
picks off one inflicts
someone on vanishing trick
on my right the list
wham mustn’t and job done
bam waste ticks off
he’s gone time my name
crunch those before
scrunch who know jogging
then whirls wait off – on
towards me their turn again
twirling his he turns now you’re here
magic stick like a top now you’re not.
turns away – throws stardust
to smite to dazzle
another day. comes to a stop. AERONWY THOMAS
VISUAL ARTIST JUAN CARLOS GAYOSO
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SUMMER
Summer sky blue
Sea maritime green
Meet at the horizon
AERONWY THOMAS
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THE SEA IS CALLING ME
i think the sea is calling me,
im dreaming of being a sea gull,
on the waves of the glossy air,
medium between blue sky and water
so happy
and so very lonely.
i think the sea is calling me,
last night i was chased by a seal,
trying to close the door
in my head,
but it didnt work out
again.
i think the sea is calling me,
i couldnt move my hands in the morning,
like they were still asleep
swimming in the subconscious ocean,
but the dawn was already up
and dry.
IWONA STEFANCZUK
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Gle! Pleše li to svjetlo koje se probija kroz krošnje šume?
Zelena svježina umiva moje lice.
Ne, oči me varaju, ne, nemoguće…
ne, umor me svladava, granica do sna je tanka.
Ma mora da je snoviđenje drijemeža,
na mahovini mekoj,
pod starim hrastom,
moćnim.
Ili ipak!? To vile šume plešu!?
U zanosu života koji buja…
…dok mene san povlači
u svjetove čudesne.
BORIS PECIGOS
SHE
The male spider lurks.
A spider with winsome
Jaws appears
To notice him.
She, femme fatale,
Sharpens her attributes
Bulging eyes rotating
Resting on him,
He knew it,
Antennae touching
As they dance
In a last
Embrace.
She consumes him
With no grace.
And you,
Not trusting,
Thinking I’m flirting
With veiled, promising look
Prior to
Consummation
AERONWY THOMAS
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OPEN THE GATE
Open the cage
let the parakeet out
suburban gardens
woodland parks
Pour the fish bowl
down the drain
the sewer
ocean wave
Leave the garden gate
unlatched
dogs walk out
birds sing
Open
the night window
let the stars in.
AERONWY THOMAS
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DAUGHTER
Curled like a starfish
My daughter bites her own tail.
Brought in by breakers
She rests on a sandbank.
I watch her breath
Awash in sleep.
The moon lights
Her watery face.
Stranded in dreams
She smiles in sleep.
I paddle in the shallows
Fall and swirl
In the eddies of her hair
Moonlit and fantastic
Gathering strength
From the turn of the tide.
In the early morning
I’ll leave her
Curled in froth.
AERONWY THOMAS
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INFINITY
Infinity can travel
linger in the present
and wander into the future,
returning
to give advice
on how to conduct ourselves
in the present
with hindsight
and foresight.
Think of the mistakes
I could avoid: present
future
(those past are too late).
Yet I’d rather be foolish
and do without
the perspective
Infinity can bring,
make my mistakes as usual
and face the consequences
like everyone else.
AERONWY THOMAS
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