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KAREN
BOWLES
Karen
Bowles is the publisher and editor-in-chief of La Luciole Magazine, by Luciole
Press. She graduated from San Francisco State University with a B.A. in
Literature, and loves photography, reading, writing, and painting. She lives in
Northern California, near her beloved San Francisco, with a superior cat named
Baby the Greatest. He has an advice column in La Luciole Magazine. Both invite
readers to visit Luciole Press to read the issues filled with art, prose,
poetry, opinions, and more.
Just after midnight
Rain has ended
The breeze I love so well
has gone
Leaving a night bogged
down by its release
Blackest night
Darker than before
Leaving no reminder
of sunset burned clouds
Peel
Kisses that mean well
Too practiced to be naïve
Dragging responses
I wasn’t intending
To give
You know we are through
But it doesn’t stop
Warm fingers
Smelling of the oranges
You peel
Running softly
Under my lip
As your eyes turn
To pools
Deep and resolute
And you know I’ll say
Kiss me once more
Resplendence
Walking through a summer wood
Embracing all I found
Pausing by the creek I stood
Quite rooted to the ground
Around me was a living grove
Each moment bearing gifts
Golden as a treasure trove
Healing any rifts
Silence was surrounding me
Then single was a song
Birds burst forth in melody
Sweet and never wrong
I softly whispered, “Many thanks...”
And stayed the day upon those banks
Beam
I saw you
staring at a sunbeam
on the floor
And my heart
liquefied
It cascaded from my
chest to the ground.
I could see it there
swimming amidst the
ruins of my former life
now transformed
A new puddle gathering
in the reservoir of the sun.
CLOUDED
You hold your hands
like clouds,
waving them in
front of me…
blocking out
the sun.
But sometimes
I see through
them to the
other side.
You can’t hold
back the light
forever.
LOVE’S LIGHT DANCING UNBOUND
On foot and light of heart
Dancing feet beneath me
Young delight, rapture twirling
Breezes singing freely
The Moon is here, her smile
Is full, lighting up the tree leaves
Often we laugh, happy we cry
Living, wondering, gleefully.
All night we danced, as though
romanced, feeling enormous relief
Until at last we made beds of
Grass, and watched as the sun rose peacefully.
copyright © Karen Bowles
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