Mari exposing something very personal of hers in both poetry and photographs. Such bravery is not easily found nowadays. I respect this post very much.
Tosha writes about the LIVED experience of love. Of the everyday things that make love into something undeniably good and positive.
Something sweet and romantic for a change. Gag. Kidding!!
Loving you is a Saturday
feeling and a Sunday stroll.
For you, the encrypted
You will never not love me,
even when our weekends turn into
Even when our photos
become monuments of us,
a still life of
sunlight and cedar,
the girl I was, abloom
in a field of beginnings.
Love that can’t hide
in a napkin, a coffee spill
or a blade of grass.
Serene seas and mountains,
and the artifacts of
a champagne flute,
The litter of swoon
and our once in a
In this poem a Casanova takes an intellectually inclined woman to a date. They talked about the Mantis. And it becomes obvious that “cannibalism” is another way to express disdain and dissatisfaction.
Reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s poems as well. I really loved this one too.
I love how this poem mates childhood fantasies, adulthood fantasies, imagination and reality all so beautifully. I am INSPIRED.
Sometimes, you need to be a tour de force to be yourself. And this poem captures that beautiful.
The stylistics and themes and language of this poem with the understanding of the quasi-elements and elements of both elements and elements within people and ones people interact it shows why Mari is a genius. She is also a genius of poetry, thoughts and words. Not to mention the keyboard she is writing in looks super sexy. I love delicate keyboards that make you wanna hug the letters. And her hands are exquisite.