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poetry
Some of my most intense slices of life handpicked from past years. I hope you enjoy what you see and feel. Check back for updated featured selections. IN THE WORKS: Coffeetable book featuring a comprehensive collection of poetry set to beautiful e. f. grace imagery. |
featured moments:
Until Tomorrow...There he left me,
standing in pools of fluid emotion filled with love that aches... The night wrapped around us and we spoke to each other with only a gaze... His kiss, it lingered
on my lips as I watched `til he vanished into the mist and his voice echoes through my soul: "A manana"... c. 1999 
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Fool Me TwiceLike love,
It's hard to trust the spring, Smiling sweetly, Beckoning I must say I've been fooled before My skin left unprotected And in the sudden shifting winds, I was frozen and rejected But wearing too much blocks the touch Of Love's caressing breath Summer's promise is on Spring's lips But it's not quite here just yet. In the meantime, still I realize I just have to take that chance Spring's sun is irresistible, Love's breeze is like a dance. But I've been fooled by both before, Those two experienced players So I use an old New England trick: Always dress in layers! c. 2004. |
...And You Wait for the Storm
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It's always hottest
Just before the storm-- Oppressive skies of passions' fire Glow oragnge with warning Air so thick, so tense, So inescapably dense The film lies upon you... ...And you wait for the storm To crash in release... Thunder calls out in the collision of opposite forces...! Lightning its silent scream of friction...! |
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The sky breaks,
A flood of release that subsides To soft weeping Under shades of misty gray sky... It pouts As it heals, Quietly reflecting on the chaos, Cooling off Under the dewy dampness of spent tears... c. 2000 |
IntoxicationCity lights
Reflect in the raindrops Sprinkled across panes of glass... Night song pulsed through me, Shimmering into the first shades of morning. I delight in the silvery euphoria Of liquid voices, Bassy beats that tremble my body, And electronic melodies That echo a post-modern reality. 
I sway into the throbbing crowd,
Feeling the passions of a generation: Love, agony, lust, tragedy-- We crave release, Thrashing about in a moment of dance. Surreal lights flash to hypnotic rhythms, Glowing colors illuminate Beads of sweat sizzling on skin, And I surrender to the night, Relishing in its sweet intoxication. c. 1999. |
The Cab RidePulling myself from his warm, wet arms
was hard enough... Out into the sunny snow-glared street-- the slick rush of noonday traffic as I kiss the man who confuses me, my toy toying with me, playfully unsure... Rumbling around in the backseat-- almost there... Fumbling around my purse for cab fare --see, I've missed the bus again-- Too busy wrapped in his body, unfolding his mind... He wants to know what I tell them. Hell, people hear what they want to, especially when you're not sure what to say... Damn, I don't even have time before work to have my "calming cigarette"-- those cabs always come so quick... Meanwhile, love leaves you waiting... C. 2003 |
good reads: poetry
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Though my writings are from my understanding, the meaning of the message can vary for everyone.
Feel free to embrace and explore this flexibility. I hope you find your own personal truths in my words and apply them to your lives. |
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Calamity and Rebirth
Forged in power, forged in pain, Windswept with the might of change She continues on, Sure and strong. Crowned in wisdom, crowned in fire Born to love and to inspire She pours rebirth On wounded earth. The barren, no longer left to cope Now fertile, awake, she breathes in hope. With faith she proves That mountains CAN move. - ef grace, 2018 |
moodswings, a reprise
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c. ef grace 2020.