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Christine Ueri Apr 2013
. . . ruffled feathers
threw stone and bone --
white noise
rose up
from my pages . . .

Sacred, are these silent spaces

Above:
North-East,
Below:
South-West,
a cross: our hemispheres --
my Love,  you pulse

Steadfast

Between the Lotus and the Roses
16/04/2013
Christine Ueri Jan 2013
Ashes in lashes,
Dust becomes rust

Enter this Temple,
in You I trust

Three stones at the altar
Five moors to the creek
Seven days for hunting
Nine chains that peak

Ironclad crosses
the blood that seeps,
red through this armour,
wounds what weeps

Sweep, bright bunting,
sweep, now sweep. . .

The Clouds cry, a-wanting
the belfries be steep.

Bring lilies to my chamber,
rest roses at my feet.
Milk for the thistle,
blue moon for the heath.

Sweet are the meadows,
Don Ironclad sheath
Chained to Her crown,
The Dag Dei will breathe

But I hold the Sun
when You call out my name
I feel Your kisses
in the warm spring rain

Enter this Temple,
enter it full,
From the grove, the forest --
my Lord, my Rule
07 January 2013 (11 January 2013)
Christine Ueri Dec 2012
The copper Sun
piercing through a warrior-skin:
red Spirit raised
echoes of the Andes
across this wide, wide space --

A kingdom bathed in waterfalls:
rainbow-droplets cape
green Palm Valleys --
Ancient breaths breathe golden mist,
plume
an up-draft for our trembling

Dreams a-flutter
in the fullness of the night,
birds singing lovesongs,
nestled in the arms, of Old Acacia Sprites

Silver Fur ridges
on the black back of a Jackal --
  howling, moon-light calls,
to an ultra-violet sky

Ears pull back, heads turn upward
gazing at blue eggshells
and trigger-painted speckles,

We gather flying bullets,
fold them into butterflies --
Scale upon beautiful scale,
twirling in a Trident Maple --
intricately pattern the purest truth:
to feel

My heart is shaped like Africa,
immaculately loved
Your heart is shaped, like Paradise,
Warm, within the wings,
of a common Turtle Dove
14 December 2012
Christine Ueri Nov 2012
my love,
the earth blooms
in warmth,
your soft touch
sowed the seed . . .
2/3/2 3/3

19 Oct, 2012
(edited: 26 November, 2012)
Christine Ueri Nov 2012
Oh, Sadness come,
Wash over me!
Spewing like-waves
of the Deep, blue Sea

Oh, Darkness, come;
Cascade, velvet Light.
Rise behind the Moon,
Eye of the Night:

Luna of August,
Cast thy blue Rays!
My old friend, Darkness
For to Light up the way,

Death: the Chariot,
Emerge from the *****!
Urge thy black Steeds,
to the Silver Shore.

To the Sun in the Cornflower Meadow
above:
course the veins of the Heart
who truly knows
Love
01.09.2012
Christine Ueri Oct 2012
Samhain Moon:
the tides are turning,
currents rage,
leave my stomach
churning

Poetry becomes reality --

A Monster,
fashioned in the Blue Moon's rays
of saddened heart
and vengeful ways,

I part my lips,
swallow lightning bolts,
breathe in hurricanes
and instead, breathe out

Songs of Love and Pagan gods --

Sever the chains
of Death's clanging Chariot,
straddle the Steeds,
trap the Storm
in Shells and reeds,

Poetry becomes reality --

Wrapping verse around a concrete heart,
shatters of infinite forms
come together
In the Eye of the Storm
29.10.2012
Christine Ueri Aug 2012
(a conversational collaboration with Chris D Aechtner)


"remember the dream I had when we were 10?
(waves and waves of cornflowers everywhere)
about the boy and the closet?
(sunflowers, circle, glass house?....closet, yes)
cornflower blue
(the closet was cornflower blue?)
the light in that dream was cornflower blue
(the air, the atmospheric light?)
yes, especially in the closet

I had that dream for so long
I'll never forget
little boy blue and the kingfishers --
the blue and white china plates
with the bridge and the lovers; the two doves in the willow tree,
that made me look for japanese letters....horse.

the funny things we do as children

(you are writing a poem....)
catch the words, my love
(you already wrote a poem up there; bridge it together --
I dried cornflowers with dandelions in a blue and white book; but it wasn't a dream.
Well, in a way it was, because at the time, I was floating in the clouds)

he wore a blue and white striped top in my dream

and I remember him
when I look at the sky,
the clouds and the golden sun --

I caught the words!
(yes! did you string them all together?)*

not yet!"
29.08.2012
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