Pan’s Puzzle(d) Girl~

 

 

 

night

my body curves over in crescent white

feet dream a pool of liquid ink

stained

pulling me deep

 

 

 

obsidian spiral on a note

of your lute

across a meadow

crushed petals

down on all fours

girl as puzzle in your arms

such an old little look in her eyes

such an odd little purse to her lips

this meadow of my fragments

me

long beyond

screaming

begging

like once I did

offering my diamond earrings in exchange for my soul

I’ve stopped running

yet find myself whispering

run!

run!

 

and she turns her eyes

(my eyes, once blue, did you know)

 to me

and says

"You are Pan's girl as puzzle."

 

Pan smiles

above her shoulder

he winks my woman plumes apart

says

"I saved you through a thousand and one nights."

the girl laughs in shivers

Pan’s large hands against the small of her tiny

shell back . . . .

 

ink writes me

a curve in calligraphy

across

today's canvas

desperate to save the future

from the past

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Ed Hart]

yes, 'saving the future from the past'...we have to say it first, then stumble through...you describe like no other the coloration and formation of the stirring, shifting, spinning depths, of what it looks like coming into light, to be set free...selene, child, friend, other, same

[emmajoy]

Life mirrors the past leading forwards until steps fade into dust .. my interpretation, rightly, wrongly. And you live, led with everything you feel, knowingly, blissfulyl .. and that dear old Pan personifies your signature tune written in those final wonderful lines.

[Pax Analog]

An extraordinary lyrical sensuous poignant cryptogram.

I get a sense of origami, of precisely artful folding to unpuzzle Pan's little twist, that roil of roman candle passion and blocked labyrinthine intents.

The wound streaming paradox of the marvelous and the desperate elicits a depth of empathy, wonderment, abiding adoration, as Pan and Buddha play Jokers Wild in the forest of birthing, , ,

[Brad]

i'm almost afraid to put all those jagged peices together as i may unleash something that would eat me

[JelliFyshKissUs]

To describe this as a puzzle, as fragments of you is beyond creative. But my eyes cannot move from this hauntingly beautiful and amazing picture at the bottom that adds such great depth to the story when you read again. You still my breath, and I don't want it back.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The haunts of the past can be like a black river at night. Yet, you are the moon, shimmering over that black river, lending a bit of your beautiful light. That black river becomes enigmatic, sparkles with fragments of your light, hoping to attain a bit of your brilliance. That dark river is you and you it - the dark side of the mirror with a reflection of light on the opposite side.

I love the strength that always shines through in your work.

Linda Marie

[Jonathan De Elvira]

This whole poem hold a great deep meaning. and your beautiful penned words drive the shimmering images of one memory an seeing the future. excellent words..this was very beautiful and very imagery creative.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Selene,

I do love my daily dose of Selene, I do believe you have once again inspired me. And outside of my usual inspired self I want to work on this one a bit more. I think it could be an epic. We shall see.

You are like heroin...If I don't get you soon....I may go on a rampage...

Regards,

Matthew

[FireWoman]

Proud, so proud of the places you have been and the things you have accomplished against all odds.

[Hellslastwarrior]

Wow that was wow. Just wow. lol thats all wow.
Wow wow wow. gotta be a wow piece defently a wow piece its pieces like this that make you wow. Defently one of my most wow faviourites....
Wow.
Theo.


ps WOW!

[David W Moore III]

Reading a third time... I don't want to open pandora's box, but I think you already did! What a collection of images. and a cry for change I think.
ink writes me
a curve in calligraphy
across
today's canvas
desperate to save the future
from the past
seems to me that things are a changin...