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| ScatteredThoughts poetry and artwork by Ian Sawicki/chasingtheday |
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| Click on the picture above to go to artwork at deviantart.com |
| To contact me, email at chasing.theday@virgin.net |
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| Ian Sawicki has been writing poetry for over twenty years. He is a Salford born poet (UK), who has dedicated his life to exploration and composition of poetry. His work reflects the many great influential experiences of his life, the pain, the pleasure combined to create new exciting poetry. For the past few years he has been turning his hand to artwork,using chalk/oil pastels and pencil crayons to accompany many of his poems. |
| Click the picture above to go to Creative Poems |
| Bed Of Roses - Lover's Words I Whispered breeze falls so quietly upon soft bed of roses sweet, perfumed scent locks hearts. She lies there, her eyes closed in waiting for delicate surprise, breasts gently rising, falling with her breath, released into the summer day's murmurings, the world is silent fury as I smile, collect thoughts and speak - the words roll off tongue like gently melting ice-cube. II Whispers: (I love you) My life before has ended, I am born again, right here, now. Do not open your eyes my sweet desire, let my words roam you, touch secret places. For you, I would throw life to the devil and waste away pure time, just for a glimpse of that smile, waiting in the crystals-jade. I would live here in bliss now - die tomorrow. III Please do not stop, my love, as I lie here, eyes closed, heart racing in fathomless time, tears dance beneath my lids, your words excite me, no! Excite is too feeble a word to use, for my senses reel with passions - bright. I could lie here still forever and wander the lines you breathe for me, take me away, to that dream you have brought into my life. IV I would throw myself at your delicious feet and bear my soul, cry love, 'alive!'. Sexually (sigh) attractive wonder that you are, my love, nothing could hold back this leaping flame that is for you alone. Time will blush at the things I will show you. The moon will weep for her sister-sun, die in heaven for us, this true love we share. V My God in Heaven, I thank you for this, this man of wonder who sings his soul here. Let this time forever be remembered in the pages history folds throughout my sweet-fired eternity. I have lived, nothing can change that now, beautifully, I live! (sighs). Fold me into these roses beneath, my rivers run for you, always true for you. VI My heart, open your eyes, look upon me, see this truth I hold for your touch so soft. There will be only you in the spaces wandered, death, it could not remove me from this love, I swear it! Come to me please and open me as I open your treasures. Let the gods of old watch these scenes as we fall into the veins of wild lovemaking. Come to me, give all that I ask of you, take all that I give of myself so true. VII Roses dance, the day laughs loud at pleasured sights, hearts skip beats and gasp in gentle wisps. Time sneaks away, it leaves lovers alone, subtle breath smiles, wanders into dreams. |
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