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Each Night

Each night

he
comes
to my
window
unannounced,

~

watching
me
from
a
distance

through
starry
eyes.

~

Each night

in
all
his
splendor

~

cloaked
in
glowing
shades
of

dark
mystery,

~

I
sight
him
swaying

to
and
fro

masterfully
in the
evening
wind.

~

Each night

he
whispers
to
me;

deep
enchanting
words

I
feel,

yet
cannot
hear

~

for
his
language
is
unspoken,

and

his
charms,

of
another
world.

~

Each night

he

takes
my
breath

and

lifts
my
mortal
heart,

~

enveloping
me
fully

in
the
sphere
of

his
luminous
presence.

~

And

~

Each night,

before
he
goes,

he
kisses
me;

~

delivering
me
safely

~

to
slumber

~

where

~

I
know

~

now,

~

I
can

fly.

~

©Robyn Lee

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Blue Venus

Please
take
my
hand

~

It’s
time
to
go,

 ~

Inside
the
sea

~

of
passion’s
flow;

~

To
dance
on
waves

~

and

~

taste
the
tide,

~

 Invade
the
space

~

where
love
collides;

~

Submerged
beneath
the

~

clouds
and
moon,

~

Where
water
sings

~

a
sultry
tune;

~

 At
last
I’ll
kiss

~

the
heart
of
you,

~

and
fall
into

~

my
deepest
Blue.

~

©Robyn Lee

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To offer creative inspiration to a fellow-artist
seems, to me, one of the richest gifts
we might ever give, or receive.

This gorgeous “art gown”  entitled, Blue Venus was designed and created  by the very talented and brilliant Resa McConaghy of Queen’s end.

Resa is a professional costume designer, and this is her 4th in an exciting series of “art gowns” featured on her blog.

She explained that she was inspired to design this one for me, after enjoying many of my writings and photos here, featuring sea, sky and love. I could not be more touched and honored, and thus wanted to share this magnificent gown, fit for a goddess, with all of  you today. My poem, above, flowed from my pen and heart, almost instantly, after seeing Blue Venus for the first time.  Clearly Resa must  have intuitive powers, only having asked me about my favorite colors – and creating this fantasy gown that I truly adore.

Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to visit Resa at her Blog, Blue Venus « Queen’s end  to see  more photos of this stunning gown, and to learn additional details about the birth of her masterpiece. Thank you beautiful Resa ~  I will forever cherish this most incredible gift of your art.

Much Love Always
~
Robyn Lee

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Figs: The Secret

The Fig
is
Erotic?

Oh please,
tell me
How

~

I’d not the
slightest
idea,

until here
until now;

~

Please pardon
my
blushing,

Don’t mean
to
offend

~

But I must
share
my discovery,

Since we’re
all such
good friends;

~

So
savor this
image,

And when
your joy
is complete;

~

Learn the
secret of
Figs

Through
a poetic prose
treat!

~~~

😉 RL

Figs

excerpted from the poem
By D. H. Lawrence

~~~

The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied,
heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.
Then you throw away the skin
Which is just like a four-sepalled calyx,
After you have taken off the blossom with your lips.

But the vulgar way
Is just to put your mouth to the crack,
and take out the flesh in one bite.

Every fruit has its secret.

The fig is a very secretive fruit.
As you see it standing growing,
you feel at once it is symbolic:
And it seems male.
But when you come to know it better,
you agree with the Romans,
it is female.

The Italians vulgarly say, it stands for
the female part; the fig-fruit:
The fissure, the yoni,
The wonderful moist conductivity
towards the centre.

Involved,
Inturned,
The flowering all inward and womb-fibrilled;
And but one orifice.

The fig, the horse-shoe, the squash-blossom.
Symbols.

There was a flower that flowered inward, womb-ward;
Now there is a fruit like a ripe womb.

It was always a secret.
That’s how it should be,
the female
should always be
secret.

~~~

And for even more fascinating information about this sacred, and sultry fruit :

The Sultriest of Fruits: The Fig 


 

Ever notice that sometimes friends show up at just the right moment…
offering encouragement and inspiration,
not by doing anything specific,
but rather, by simply
being present?

Last Thursday while I was venturing out to run an errand, following a rather difficult and isolating week,
my cell- phone rang and it was Meryl… a dear long-time friend who resides in my community.
Meryl also happens to be a member of our cherished blogsphere.
We have been friends here since my mid 20s, sharing in so many important
transitional periods of each other’s lives.

We decided to meet, and hang out for a bit on a comfy bench facing our favorite Lily Pond.
It was such a delight to relish in some old-fashioned “girl-power” that day–a few giggles and tears,
reflections and hugs…And as we gazed at the emerging Lilies, I shot this photo of our adjoined shadows.

Later that evening, Meryl composed a heartwarming poem and created a
special post honoring our bond of friendship. I am so thrilled to share
this with each of you today.

Much Love~
Robyn Lee

 

Recovery Thru My Lens

adjoined
we worship
the water
the sun
life on
earth
two
wombs
four girls
olive eyes
bronze skin
bouncing curls
transplanted
from the east
newcomers
friendship
re-birth
power

There’s nothing like bonding with
a girlfriend. Here’s me and Robyn Lee
hanging out on a bench with some lily pads.
Yep, we go way back… when our girls were
romping (sometimes butt naked ) on the beach.
We met at a day care center… new moms and
newcomers in this breathtaking yet lonely
place…both looking for a friend.
Then life and illness got in the way.
We had rarely spoken or seen one another
for years and years until Robyn came over for tea to
celebrate my birthday this past March. That day she shared
how she had discovered photography via her new blog—
Through The Healing Lens—how it was helping her
reconnect with the world after being isolated due
to her medical challenges and chronic pain.
Ironic, since I’m a photographer yet it…

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Shadow Lover


Take me to the green in you

The secret valley beneath the sun

Hidden behind the whispering ghosts

Of whom you pretend to be

Open up your mossy arms

So I may open mine

And wrap all limbs round your spirit wide

To exist as half no more

Bring me to your mossy floor

Beneath the shadows of your fear

A raven bride in white

A ladder to your soul

Fold down your branches

Peel open your chocolate bark

So I may pour

As liquid amber

Through your very veins

——————
by, Sam Craft

I am thrilled to share this collaborative project with you today. Special thanks to Sam of of  Everyday Asperger’s, who penned this stunning piece entitled The Raven Bride in White at the most perfect time to accompany my beloved shadow image.

Hope you enjoyed!

Much Love ~ Robyn Lee



Mother

In the spirit of Mother’s Day, I dedicate this post to my own wonderful Mom,
who taught me 
to Love freely and see goodness
in everything around me.

Robyn Lee and her Mom, 1964

Robyn Lee and her girls, 1993

~~~

I Love You MOM! 

Happy Mother’s Day to All
~ Robyn Lee