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These Days

 

They
say

.

these
days

.

come
only
once;

~

These
games

.

we
play

.

meant
just
for
us;

~

We
sit
and
watch

.

the
shifting
tide;

~

We
surf
the
waves

.

savor
the
ride;

~

 Winds
lift
us
high

.

though
just
so
far;

~

A
kiss
transports

~

us
to
the
stars;

~

These
whispered
words

.

we
shan’t
forget;

~

Invading
space

.

we
can’t
regret;

~

Like
sand
trails

.

with
no

end
or
start,

~

we

trace
a
path

.

through

.

timeless
hearts.

~~~

©Robyn Lee

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Lonicera Japonica

 

Breath
of
seduction

~

Infusing
the
air;

~

No
proposal

nor
prelude

~

No
time

to
prepare;

~

Sweet
balm
bewilders

~

Distraction
delights;

~

Dewy
flesh

clinging
softly

~

to
ripe
appetite;

~

This
feeling

~

This
hunger

~

These
lips

shall
not
wait;

~

Craving

~

honey–laced

promise

~

to

Intoxicate.

 

©Robyn Lee

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Fervor

 

Endure
her
heat

.

Adore
her
power

.

Engage
her
blaze

.

in

the
fervent
hour;

~

Watch
form
emerge

.

in

her
scarlet
dance

.

Revere
her
spell

.

Resign
her
trance;

~

But

.

You
mustn’t
touch

.

for

.

she
won’t
be
tamed

~

Rousing
spark
of

.

h e a r t

.

Your

eternal
flame.
~

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Embody

 

A
Fantasy

.

you
are

to
me;

~

A
Lover

.

who
won’t
cease

to
be;

~

A
Song

.

of

summer
reverie;

~

A
Prayer

.

that
grants
my

wistful
plea.

~

A
Dream

.

immersed
in

ecstasy;

~

Forever

~

You

~

Embody

Me.

~

©Robyn Lee

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Weep

 

Do
not
despair

~

I’m
here
with
you;

~

Behind
the
glass

~

I
share
your
view;

~

On
scattered
leaves

~

Time
withers
by;

~

Unruly
storms

~

 Tears
undenied;

~

We
conquer
doubt

~

Unearth
the
call;

~

Face
willowed
fear

~

Withstand
the
fall;

~

No
matter
what

~

Your
soul

~

I
keep;

~

and

~

Drink
the
tears

~

your

~

Green
heart

~

weeps.

~

©Robyn Lee

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We Know…

There are
some
things

~

 we
are
born
knowing;

~

We
know

~

we can
touch
the
sky

with
our
heart;

~

We
know

~

the
sea
will keep

 our
secrets
safe;

~

We
know

~

treasures
always
hide

in
places
unexpected;

~

We
know

~

we
are
worthy;

~

We
know

~

we
are
grace;

~

We
know

~

we
are
love;

~

And

~

when we
grow
up

~

all
we
truly
need

~

to
know

is:

REMEMBER

___


©Robyn Lee

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Mono No Aware

 

 

Wake
up

my love

’tis
spring

~

I’ve
come

with
offerings

~

songs
of
beauty

I
shall
sing

~

sweet
new
gifts

my
essence

brings;

……….

Wake up
my
love

’tis
spring

~

I’m right
outside

your
door

~

Do
you

notice

my
allure?

~

or

~

feel
the
breadth
of

my
adore?

……….

Wake
up

my love

’tis
spring

~

I’m
here

to

help
you
see

~

just
how
blissful

life
could
be

~

when
you
know

the
depths

of
me;

……….

Wake
up
my love

’tis
spring

~

Watch
me
blushing

in
the
breeze

~

let me
charm
you

as
I
please

~

soothe
your
soul 

~

with

~

grace
and
ease:
……….

Wake
up
my love

’tis
spring!

~

But
you

mustn’t

stop
or
wait

~

don’t
loose
sight

or
hesitate

~

for
tomorrow

~

’tis

too
late.

©Robyn Lee

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Please click here to learn more about the spiritual philosophy
that provided inspiration for this piece :  Mono No Aware 


Under Watch

Upon
your
throne

~

erect
and
tall;

~

Your
lofty
post

~

above
us
all;

~

Like
king

or
knight,

~

with
noble
reign,

~

defend
our
bliss

~

assert
restrain.

~

Beneath
your
watch,

~

with
strict
decree,

~

protect
our
lives,

~

Dear
Guard

~

of

Sea.

~

©Robyn Lee

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 feature image originally published 6/24/2012: Stillness


He Moves Me

Shalt
not
disturb

^

As
I
observe

^

His
form
commence

^

A
primal
dance;

^^^

I
stop

to
stare

^

I
dare

to
near

^

Can
feel

the
flow

^

Caught
in

his
trance;

^^^

With
gentle
strength

^

A
fluid
length

^

His
motion
finds

^

Artistic
grace;

^^^

He
fills

his
soul

^

Then
empties
whole

^

and

^

Moves
me

to

^

His
sacred
space.

^^^

©Robyn Lee

598821_4868298350183_446568124_nWarm thanks to the wonderful gentleman featured in my post today for permitting me
to share this candid photograph. My subject {Muse} has respectfully requested anonymity to preserve his privacy.

~
Hope You’ve Enjoyed!

~

Much Love to All

~
RL


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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Our Path

“Come now
my
love,”

~

you
softly
say;

~

I
close
my eyes;

~

I
slip
away.

~

“Walk
swift,
our path,”

~

your
whisper
pleads;

~

I
find
my
breath

~

concede
my
need.

~

You
mark
the  trails

~

with
pines
of
gold;

~

You
guide
my
steps

~

whilst
truths
unfold;

~

Beneath
our
tree

~

I wait
for
you,

~

unearthing
dreams

~

we
never
knew.

~

©Robyn Lee

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Freewheeling

Ride me to freedom
Spinning dreams on silver ground
Destination unknown

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click here to read a short personal narrative
pertaining to this image: Freewheeling ~ narrative


Sands Of Time

As
moments
flow

~

imprints
remain;

~

Impassioned
tides

~

kiss

shimmering
grain;

~

I
reach
for
you

~

and

~

touch
your
hand,

 ~

whilst

~

Eternity

~

stirs

in
the
sands.

~

©Robyn Lee

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El Arte De Amor

Tracing
a
path

~

to
the
secret
enclave,

~

deep
within

her
pensive
soul;

~

Traversing
slowly

through

exotic
terrain,

~

He
navigates

the

fluent
contours

~

of
her

exquisite
architecture;

~

Accentuating

her
sheer
radiance

~

with
vibrant
hues

~

and
gentle
strokes;

~

Creating

light
and
space

~

and
hope

~

within
the
delicate
recesses

~

of
her

unspoken
dreams.

……….

And
then,

~

for
just a
brief
moment,

~

he
stills

his
beloved
brush,

~

whispers
a
prayer,

~

and
tenderly

~

paints

her
heart.

~

©Robyn Lee

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The lovely young woman featured in this image is  My Butterfly  at The Alcázare of Seville (Spanish “Reales Alcázares de Sevilla” or “Royal Alcazars of Seville” ).  Alcazars is a royal palace in Seville, Spain.  Originally a Moorish fort, It is the oldest royal palace still in use in Europe.


Pain Shadow (on exhibit)

~

On the deserted beach
I walk with a pain shadow.
Hip searing with each step
I move forward slowly.

My joint tears away.
A sharp arrow pierces through me.
I stop to find stillness yet the
pain shadow follows.

Gazing into the ocean,
I inhale deeply
then exhale with force
trying to release the pain.

But it won’t let go.

I must abandon this pain shadow.
This constant companion.
This unwelcome thing.
That has attached itself to me.

19 years of unrelenting pain.
Countless attempts to escape
to normal days, when the beach
meant walks and waves; picnics and laughter.

I climb the wooden stairs to look down
on the wide expanse of shoreline.
In pain I stand tall above the sprawling
desolate beach that goes on forever.

I envision myself burying the pain shadow
beneath the sandy surface,
deep in a restrictive dark hole
where it can no longer define my world.

And in that moment I am free.

~

©Robyn Lee: March 2012

recently selected for exhibit in the gallery  Escape From Pain – PainExhibit.org

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I am honored to announce that the above artistic photograph and accompanying prose poem has been selected for gallery inclusion at PainExhibit.org | A California Non-Profit Art Exhibit.  PainExhibit.org is an educational, visual arts exhibit by artists with chronic pain . The global not-for- profit organization is dedicated to creating awareness amongst healthcare providers and the public about chronic pain through art, and to give voice to the many who suffer in silence. I learned about this organization after reading an article in the NY Times featuring the organization and its mission.  Here is a link to the article  Pain as an Art Form – NYTimes.com.  Immediately I felt aligned with the goals and intention of this organization, and was moved by the works shared at the exhibit.

My Pain Shadow  (above) was an early post that I published about a year ago.  It was the 2nd piece in my  blog’s Pain Shadow Series,  and the first poetic/prose piece I wrote that reflected my innermost feelings about living the past 19+ years with severe chronic pain and health challenge.  As someone who has always done her best to bring as little attention as possible to her dilemma, I confess, this was a difficult piece to share publicly.  At the same time, I now realize it was also a transformational experience for me;  By creating art,  and opening my heart to others about this isolating and life-altering plight , I quickly learned  how beauty and art can be born of pain…how this art can inspire compassion, and can heal both artist and viewer.

After some encouragement by a dear friend, I submitted my work last winter to PainExhibit.org.  I’d nearly forgotten about the submission, when several months later, I was notified that my entry was indeed accepted, and would be included in the collection of  art displayed at the gallery entitled: Escape From Pain.  Please visit PainExhibit.org to learn more about this unique exhibit, and explore a variety of amazing works in the various galleries housed there.  I am extremely proud and honored to be a part of this collection, and the organization’s important mission.

Pain, especially when chronic, is a very difficult subject to understand and embrace. Often pain cannot be seen, and it is nearly impossible to articulate. Quite frankly, it is an isolating and frightening place to be. Art, whether it be through written word, painting, sculpture, photography, music or other, offers a powerful vehicle for universal expression and transformation. Pain channeled through the creative process allows both the artist and the observer a meaningful and deep connection, one that speaks directly to the heart of  the human experience.

With my whole heart, I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you who follow and support me, and my blog work.  Over the last year, this sacred space has become such an important part of my life, and of my healing path.  Always know how much your friendship, love and support of my artistic endeavors means to me. Each of you have touched me, and enriched my world through your presence and appreciation, and for this I am so grateful.

Much Love ~
Robyn Lee