Day 169: Strumpet

Mermaid temptress


Painted woman

Summoner of erotica

Naked flesh

A hummingbird with wings

Flying forward to suck the sweet of nectar

Breasts that sing to gathered suitors

Power erupted in every sway of ample hips

Firmness grants permission

For rapid and voluptuous spawning

A merry-go-round of lust

A claim-jumper of night sheets

Heaving and moaning till twilight calls

Chiseled harlot home

And error exposes

A dark

Fresh tar in summer’s heat

Sticky, scorching, with a clinging stench

Spit and spit

The leftovers of hollowed hearts

Without thought of where hooves tread

Before the curtain closes tainted impudence

And truth is captured

In  rearview mirror

And image crushed whole

~ Samantha Craft July 2012

Day 168: A Time of Zero

Washington 2012
Nature Trail
“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking”

Friedrich Nietzsche

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.”~ Rachel Carson

“There is new life in the soil. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, there is great strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes. Remember that nature is your great restorer.” ~ Calvin Coolidge

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the wind longs to play with your hair.” – Kahil Gibran

“Rivers and rocks and trees have always been talking to us, but we’ve forgotten how to listen.” – Michael Roads

“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature.” ~Anne Frank

Time of Zero

Nocturnal spirit


Blanketed in thankfulness

Rests beside self

One to the other


Time erased

Young child weeping

Tear catcher


Living in thought’s forest

A time

Of zero

When all was

When silence whispered secrets

And babe of the evergreen

Opened to discovery

Beneath the giggling trees

Illusion vanished

The puzzle box picture

The patterned pieces


Until invisible

And the corridors of phantom’s dreams

Released fully

With angelic breath


Sam Craft June 2012