• Immersive Edge,  inspirations,  poetic precognition,  Poetry

    Reflecting

    Picture by Nara Malone in Scene 6 of Immersive Edge: Confusion In this place of moon petals and impotenceWe suspend revolving sorrowLet wind walk up the curtainsDrawn tight against truthOutside we play hide-and-seekIn the wilderness of windowsOrdering reflectionsBirthing inner mannequins Fleeing heaven~Nara Picture by Nara Malone, scene 6 of Immersive Edge: Nostalgia Immersive Edge grew out of a poem I wrote a long time ago. The pictures above are from scenes designed and built by +Cherry Manga  and +Praline B  this summer. They had never seen this Reflections poem and their build didn’t exist when I wrote it a year or two ago.  The words and images make me wonder if  our…

  • dverse poets,  Poetry,  Romance

    Broken Reason

    When fantasies jackknife your to-do listsand longing for the aural caress of a lover’s sightrumps need for solitude, I’ll be your reason. When you’re on your knees,armor of business suit and spreadsheets shreddedby black satin sheets and scent of wild roses, I’ll be your reason. When your carefully mapped journey past temptation gets detouredby a kiss-licked trail headed south to curl your toes, making you forget all the reasons to say no, I’ll be the reason that un-breaks your heart. ~Nara Malone This is my contribution for Open Link Night at dVersePoets. Drop by this evening to join the fun or to read what others wrote.

  • autism,  dverse poets,  harvest,  neurodiversity,  Poetry,  synesthesia

    The Sound of Silence

    I pluck a string. Low E.Baby girl on floor goes still.Rosebud lips round to a silent O. Low reverberation, ripples up and down my spinein male baritones. High E.Soft block slips from chubby hands.Eyelids flutter. We watch.The room fills with fireflies.Blink. Blink. Blink. A high trill, like  crystal notes from a water-glass xylophone,signals her joy. We watch.Fireflies shift intoa rainbow of electric butterflies. Baby trills a chord: eeee aaa ddd.We drink in harmony,effervescent fizzies tickling tummies. She makes the sign for more.My fingers dance over strings.Colors pop like fireworks and I laugh for her. ~Nara Maloneimage credit: blurred christmas lights by Dominick on Flickr It’s possible not everyone sees the…