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Paula Dawn Lietz

 

 

The Drumming Dance 

 

 

 

upon my ear susurrant melodies 

you murmur a vibration 

 

dance alone dance 

 

sliding with rhythm the drumming

eases me onto the floor and say dance

 

dance alone dance

 

the song played one sung to many

but never as it is now 

you reassure me in your disingenuous voice 

 

dance alone dance 

 

did I hear you

I do not know as I was lost in the earth

I do not know as I was lost in the sky 

 

dance alone dance 

 

I feel the heat of your palm against my back

the brush of your thigh against my groin

 

dance with me dance 

 

cunning your words read like a script 

intimate and directed at me 

am I that vain

 

no you reassure me no

 

to my dismay I stray and lose the beat only

to find it two bars down in the sonata darkness 

of a prairie town 

 

dance alone dance dance alone dance 

to the drumming deep within

 

 

 

 

 

Upon Cave Walls and Birch Bark 

 

 

 

Sultry days of summer dim

her last tarnished hurrah cool.

Daring strokes of autumn 

begin to thread slender shades of splendour.

 

Regal composition of colours, textures 

and astounding knowledge

unequal is this labour of darwinism.

A sense of security in autumns keeping 

we trust as we prepare to travel through 

the dark bit of winter.

 

Recognition of this survival mode 

a honour many take for granted 

of the endless pathways  behind us

setting the pace for those yet birthed.

We acclimatize to the environment 

the adapting so remarkable its history. 

Physically, spiritually and mentally

the mergence necessary to survive.

 

Our faith no matter the theories or myths

declare there shall be a spring

or lack of one 

visible in characters or handprint 

laid upon cave walls and birch bark.

A Whisper of Moonbeams

 

 

 

caressing her face

a whisper of moonbeams

distance has no meaning

nor does the fine line between 

lust and love 

 

she wraps a damp leg 

round his upper thigh

and clenches from within

he cups her breast and lays 

upon the colour of her exclamation 

the hue flushed now a deep rose

 

against his strength 

she arches 

primitive the sounds 

that escape their lips 

she opens 

and lets him in 

and now everything 

everything is changed 

 

washed with rain

he holds her 

trembling 

he holds her

washed with rain 

Paula Dawn Lietz ( Pd Lietz ) is an accomplished multi-genre artist, photographer and poet. 

 

She has garnered an impressive range of credits working with various publishers and authors, reveling in the creative energy generated within the artist and literary community. 

 

Her poet's heart shines through

her visual interpretations of the world she sees around her.