The Waltz

January 23, 2013

By:  Magnolia

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 I am the soil        And I the tree

 Together embraced, closely.

I am the wind      And I the leaves

Together we float careless and free.

I am the heart     And I the beat

Together we move quiet and discreet.

I am the pencil      And I the paper

Together we scribble the answer.

I am the bones     And I the skin

Together we build cover, beginning to end.

I am the door      And I  the knob

Together we absorb every throb.

I am the path     And I the water

Together we travel, paving next chapters

I’m the composer   And I the composition

Together creating melodies that grow and glisten.

I am the paint          And I your canvas

Together splashed and blended into the infinite planned for us.

I am the body    And I your bends

Together till the very end.

So when your color fades

and lines surround your eyes,

My lips will seal your heart with first loves reprise.

And when you are tiered,

I will be your awake

Forever in a waltz through love and heartache.

The breath to your lips, the sound to your silence,

The view to your window and the X to your spot;

We are but four eyes and one vision,

Percolated poetry, bound for eternity.

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I want to be knotted inside the braided vines of your heart.

Far away, inside the slowly moving wings of your relaxed beat,

Softly blowing between the clouds of your most intimate thoughts,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

And every morning awake to freshly squeezed strawberries dripping between the smiles of your fingers,

And to the bliss of your words dipped in honey, sliding off the sides of your tongue;

While being wrapped inside the rising warmth of your hungry skin,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Late nights and flickering fires bleeding of clenched wax and heated thirst.

Cracked hearts, traveling hands, painted toes and arched necks, genuflecting behind exposed linen and closed curtains.

The whispers of wind between the window seal, the grazing of rose pedals against welcoming bones,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

Evaporated through the lips of pleased desires and stones muzzled in squeezed silence,

Through swaying emotions and tilted waters trapped in waltz;

And mixed between our minds, sweet cream and peppered dreams,

Is where I want my soul to rest.

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And every morning awake to freshly squeezed strawberries dripping between the smiles of your fingers,

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Is where I want my soul to rest.

Ramblings on Deaf Ears

January 8, 2013

By: Magnolia

I’m not supposed to, but I do.

I’m pushing against an emotion that encompasses you.

Anything you say shouldn’t matter, but it does,

Everything you do makes me dream of what never was.

Although you exist in form and we see each-other every day,

To you, the true me is a stranger, with the whole of me just wanting you to go away.

But a part of me, a part of me yearns for you to stay.

You are the cause of heavy, nostalgic moving possibilities,

Yet every time we face, my mouth runs away and my heart works with great difficulty.

And my clumsiness, well that’s just displaced and gibbered poetry,

Brought to you by a heart, innocent and nervy.

Like gray clouds, straining to hold buckets of water in its nest,

Or a butterfly trapped inside a cocoons beating chest;

I hold this undefined, rapturous feeling, for you.

With abstruse hope that in discovering me, there’ll be a breakthrough.

To know me is to want me, as knowing you has led to unrequited anxiety.

Maybe you are worst than the parts I’ve dreamt up,

In fact my mind is pleading for my heart to wake up.

But a glimmer of hope is all that’s needed to keep this feeling afloat.

So let’s make a deal, let me be your first lifeboat.

To keep you dry before you’re soaked,

To illuminate your mind and to allow your heart and mine to convoke.

To shake the ground beneath your feet, to make you feel reborn,

To speak unspoken words & cheer you up when you’re forlorn.

And for me? All I ask for is my discovery.

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Your Lips, Dylan’s Voice

January 8, 2013

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By: Magnolia

You introduced me to him.

His rickety voice scratched against my ear buds yet filled me, ever so slightly, to the brim.

I was young and you were dapper & sweet,

He was strange and a bit tottery & offbeat.

But never mind that he was not my favorite tune,

You loved him and that made my day, even on the rainiest of afternoons.

So in the fashion of a freshly made acquired taste,

I lay in bed wrapped in the melodies of Dylan while staring at your face.

Over and under he strummed me into a blissful sleep,

As I closed my eyes and dreamt of your kiss skin-deep.

The next morning the city was gray and I was blue,

As I watched you smile, wave and walk away with noble virtue.

And although you were gone, it was Dylan’s song;

That kept me afloat, for another day,

 For as long as I shut my lids, I could pretend it was all gonna’ be okay.

Your lips and Dylan’s voice are the last memories I left behind,

Before moving on past my emotional moonshine.

 

Wherever You May Be

October 29, 2012

 

With no hesitation, I love you;

And without ever having seen your face or touched your lips, it is you I need.

A vision from childhood flowing through my veins implanted in the seed of me;

Although absent from my grasp, I will wait for you.

A stranger in passing yet a lover at heart,

From inception I’ve known you, as I know myself, a collaborative work of art.

And be not fearful my darling, for We exist,

Although the world may not try to convince us of this.

For in the sands of time, the Gods have written our story;

Two lovers bound beyond flesh, mounted and drawn into the constellations, awaiting first kisses glory.

And with sweet longing and sometimes sad emotion, I think of you.

Believing that no beautiful thing stands alone, is true;

So until we meet, wherever you may be,

I shall dwell within you, and you, within me.

As I close my eyes and remain faithful to the visions I see,

No matter the bustle, no matter the noise,

Beyond my body, I wait for you with distinct poise.

So here it is, a letter to you my dearest love,

I send this out to the heavens above;

With a kiss I do sign, eyes shut, with your hand in mine;

Together as one, until the stars align.

Gazing at the same star, We shall be but one traveler,

 Merely waiting upon time, to make us one lover.

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 Name: Bubble Nebula
Constellation name: Cassiopeia
Constellation common name: The Queen
Description: NGC 7635, also known as the Bubble Nebula, is an emission nebula in Cassiopeia, located 12,000 light years from the Sun. This is a large and extremely faint nebulae, a serious challenge for visual observers. It requires an extremely dark sky, averted vision, and a narrow-band nebula filter.

By: Magnolia

Trumpets & Tulips

June 10, 2012

Sweet dew gliding through open window panes

Exhaling upon an unfastened chest.

Fresh linen sheets coiled after an evening rain

This is unraveling at its best.

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Warm tulips and raindrop kisses,

Adorn the skin in the romance of midnight wishes.

Between entwined figures enraptured in amorous contentment,

Are timid first touches & eager anointment.

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Below the arc of lucidity and within the crux of ones heart,

Reside vehement shape shifting figures engulfed in tranquil, moving art.

And outside, the sound of  screaming trumpets in the shape of a burning torch

Warm clenched beings, waiting for redolent caffeine to pinch them from their perch.

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Inestimable connective tissue breeding forth rapturous delight.

The days of rush & roulette gone and solely breath in consciousness imbues the air,

For which bewitching becomes the thread stitching the day to night;

Forging a trail & abode for serene simplicity to appear in sight.

By: Magnolia

by: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
 
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

I Like For You To Be Still

January 22, 2011

  

Frederic Lord Leighton

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
By Pablo Neruda
 
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
 
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word melancholy.
 
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you”
Let me come to be still in your silence.
 
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
 
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true.
 
 
 
 

Bonjour world!

August 13, 2009

 

Name: Magnolia Lafleur

I decided to write a blog about love, art, and the human condition. The good, the bad and all that is in-between.   I will go through the looking glass and back examining all that is love the roots and stems of love. We see evidence every second of every day of the existence of true love. It takes the form of art, freedom, beauty, callings fulfilled, nature, music, healthy relationships, etc.  Through the transmission of real love we find some of the world’s most awe inspiring people, acts, and inventions, creative and otherwise.

In the old day all people had was their word, there was a level of sophistication, loyalty, innocence and corniness that was not only acceptable but revered as brave, beautiful and honest. It’s not that it does not exist anymore; it’s just not as popular as it deserves to be.

So, ready or not, here I go through the Rabbit Hole searching, dissecting, discovering and restoring True Love.  My hope… to pump the sigh, swoon and lift of the heel back into love.

 Oh! and where theres LOVE you know they’ll be a little POETRRYY Readdingg!

Fav.Quote:

“Knowledge is the best eraser in the world for disharmony, distrust, despair, and the endless physical deficiencies of man.” -Battista, Orlando A.

Interest:
Film, Screenwriting, writing Running,Dance, Reading, Drawing & Painting, Film Studies, Film Scores, Music, Art, Traveling, Discovering, History, Philosophy, Anthropology, Psychology, Astronomy, Mythology Studies, blaha blaha blaha….more later.

I ….
*Graduated from University with a B.A in Journalism

*Spent a year in London completing an International Business Certificate

*Sublime Magazine Editor

*Professional Track athlete – Trinidad National Team

* Indie-Script in pre-production stages

*Like the smell of wet pavement and have a semi-obsession w/ crunching leaves and hot chocolate.

Please feel free to leave comments and/or email me with questions, ideas,  perspectives, etc. : lovsnmua@gmail.com

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 “Love is passion, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love – well, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived. ” -Meet Joe Black-