TIME IS A BIG BLENDER----- BY LOUISE

How much we have advanced,
From the caves in each different continent,
To a beehive of today's humongous cities,
Slow cooking of differences,
Given up to melting pots of digestions,
Till eventually,
Here comes the super blender,
With its sharp blades,
In just a matter of a few celestial minutes,
Individual specialities break down,
And in a whirl of turning around,
History loses its time frames,
Map loses its longitudes,
A flurry of neutral colours,
An averaged out of heights.
Time turns to cut through shapes of nations,
Time turns to cut through lines of generations,
Time turns to cut through layers of conformations,
Time turns to cut through perspectives of proportions.
A big jug,
A big pot,
A big barrel,
A big cylinder,
Times turns its sharp blades,
And in due course,
An era of egalitarian promise takes place,
Your conditioning of traditions loses its edges.
A smoothie is born out of this blending,
Which is the ultimate new horizon looming.

BURING SNOW----- by Louise

Blazing white sensations,
Dazzling chilliness,
Cold February snow,
Burns densely over the vast wintry emptiness.

Hurling feathers of flakes,
Intercepts drafts of earthy breaths,
Settles down quietly on an immensity of suspension,
Accumulates freezing gravity.

Burning, cold, burning,
Snow aflame in blasting blares,
Sending blue shots into engaging eyes,
And gripping your heart with tight numbness,
Shoulders and arms,
Laden with heavy chilly solidity.

On the tips of your finger nails,
Needles of biting chill burn deep into ribs,
Exploding sensations of hottest sharpness,
Blurs the boundaries of senses.

Snow is burning,
Snow is in white flames,
Invades space with sharp whirling knives,
Fills openness with hashed excitements.
White heat in white cold,
Opens close-downs into inclusive extendedness.

White wash of colours,
White wash of temperatures,
White wash of throbbing desires,
White wash of frozen noises,
Snow clad mountains and snow shrouded rivers,
Stroll gracefully in their crystal robes,
In the deadly wintry morning,
A stoic February sentiment royally remembers.

THE VELVET TRUTH ---- BY Louise

For each hug and kiss,
Eyes go deeper, layer under layer,
Blood surges, higher and higher,
Hearts unfold, minds bolder.

In a moment of ecstasy,
time warps, space caves in, brains drain;
Romance grows a trunk of history,
Hearts are petted and crumbled like pastry.

Love is named, lovers claimed,
In that sublimed blindness,
Flesh flashes brightest,
Sends searching lights
Down the laminated corridor of mates.

Piling high the everlasting mystery of souls
Find a seat for the wandering spirit,
Build a roof for the aloof,
And a room for the roaming.

A pillow for the burning temples,
A praying mattress for the flesh,
A candle light to shut out the days,
A canvas to paint an engaging gaze.

In the moonlit night,
A laughter breaks,
a shadow flees,
a sign slips.

Prince of Waves----- by Louise

A date with waves,
Tides come in with surety.
On her moody bosom
Rise and fall,
Whimsically roll
Tempest of emotions
Her Majesty,
The Aquarian Queen.

Prince of waves,
Treading her silver signs,
Dark specks
Skip, slip
Her white shouts
Swirl, swell
Foamy waves
Rush, push
Hurl, crash.

An intoxicating dance,
Of sure steps,
Timing the shifty rhythms,
Unleash youthful chase,
After swimming whales,
Wave rodeo,
Riders few.

To court the mightiest waves,
To catch the strongest wind,
A thundering sea
Marching,
Millions of horse roofs.
Best for a second,
Touching clouds,
Steady on the piling thrills,
Before the roof of water collapse.
Climbs out of the oceanic trance,
By ropes of winds,
Through the silky tunnel of blue,
Prince of waves,
Delivered from the depth
Of embraces, Heaven and earth,
Convictions of currents.

The Winds Are With Us---- by Louise

The Winds Are With Us

My love is gone,
Like clouds
Drift away,
Through the valleys,
Through the fog
Leave no trace,
Forever lost.
Don’t you feel lonely,
My love,
The winds are with us.

My love is gone,
A quiet sign,
Heard in the night,
Like rain drops,
On the pine needles,
Without a sound.
Don’t you feel sad, my love,
The winds are with us.

My love is gone,
My love is gone,
Everywhere I search for you,
Between the earth and the sky,
Where are you, my love,
Are you among the stars?
Singing the ancient song?

I am with the winds,
I am coming along,
My love,
The moon is full,
The stars are around,
Through the long darkness,
The winds are with us.

THE OPPOSITES----by Louise

The Opposites by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)


Two opposites stand
Face to face,
Each challenges the other,
Reconstructs the common denominator.
The chain of reasons,
Zigzag chainsaws through this and that,
Object and the opposite
Subject and the opposite
Against this, there is that,
Beyond that, here is this.
The middle point of two opposites
Shifting between 1/3 and 2/3.
The golden rule,
The golden mean,
An impossibility without opposites.
Opposite mirrors images,
Opposite gives life to one-sidedness,
Opposite injects meaning to concepts,
Opposite destroys different sameness.
Rhythm rises and falls within the crescendo of opposites,
Mementos bounces against the duration of opposites
Colors deepen, or pale towards the shades of opposites
Lights burst open the seams of illumination
Give me an opposite
I'll raise you another one,
Always measurably mightier,
Outshines yours In the long run.

A LITTLE POETESS __ by Louise

small ears
little fingers
big eyes
chase
after lights
shapes
sounds
with whims pink, orange and green
she is on the cotton pillow hill
softly sinking
sweetly dreaming
oh
I am flying the clouds