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Welcome to fragments_of_sappho, the poetry page of 404 Not Found.
The selections this month are all my own, because I haven't received any submissions yet. So if you want to see someone else's poetry on these pages, send me some of yours! You will not be giving up the rights to your work by doing so. You will only be giving me permission to exhibit it on these pages.
The poems can be in any form, touching on any subject, submitted by anyone of any sex, sexual preference, race, creed, religion or age.
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THE MOTHER OF MAKING
naked before you
shameless with naked desire i give full rein to desire the mother of making borne on the breath of your kiss a petal of fire like thunder the pounding of hooves and oh i am shaking
there is no life but first stirs a need that burns to be known there is no change but first dawns a thought that longs to be willed there is no growth but first springs a seed that yearns to be sown there is no love but first yawns a void that aches to be filled
i am naked before you
helpless with hornless desire i give full rein to desire the mother of making born into death is this bliss a flower of fire like thunder the pounding of hooves and oh i am shaking
there is no vision but first stirs a dream that burns to be shown there is no word but first dawns a thought that longs to be willed there is no flesh but first wakes a spirit that yearns to be known there is no love but first yawns a void that aches to be filled
i am so naked before you
show me_am i not a vision of wonder awaking? will me_i am the word of your glory partaking know me_i am made flesh and oh i am quaking fill me with thunder_ give rein to the mother of making |
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DROWNING
my soul unbound i drown in ecstasy and i tread the primrose path of destiny
the trumpets sound profound tranquility until at last the flames of wrath cease burning me
i spin around the ground lets go of me and so i drift along the path unhurriedly
no sooner found than drowned in infancy but venus rises from the bath so splendidly |
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