Terra Word Art

The clouds jutted upward like mountains from the flatland rolling at the horizon in shades of lavender, smokey-blue, and silver- white. Birches huddled together like naked ladies in the wind.

Gaea adorned herself in a soft-blue gown of billowing chiffon for the dance of new beginnings. Gifting mortals who have the power to look deeply with a glimpse of clarity.

The sun kissed her face of many colours. Nourishing her wounds and scars as well as her abundant bounty.

It is in her nature to be fiercely harsh and even destructive, yet she is also known to shield and nurture all of life. Thus, she weaves magic under hard, crusted furrows touched by winter’s frosty tears.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

The Return of Dignity

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Layers with raw edges

Blending into dusky horizons

Of velvet integrity.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

“If we’re wrapping ourselves up to conceal any vulnerability, whatever happens to us has to go through all those extra layers. Sometimes love doesn’t even reach where we truly live.”
― Alexandra Katehakis

“To write poetry, like sincere poetry, it is like performing heart surgery on yourself without anesthesia…in public…You are peeling back layers. You are dissecting yourself…You do not know what they [the audience] is going to do when you reach into yourself and rip out your organs to be displayed”
― Amir Sulaiman

“Layer by layer art strips life bare.”

― Robert Musil

Silver Linings

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I hear a cuckoo calling

Though the clock

Hasn’t struck the hour

Nor has the bell 

Begun to toll 

For anyone just yet.

The angel of dusk

Is gathering up

The folds of her gown

As her wings

Unfurl across the sky.

My thoughts fall down

Stumbling into words

A brisk wind

Stiffens my fingers

Around the pen

Making it difficult 

To move nimbly

Across the page.

Iron grey clouds

Billow into silver linings.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

Letting Go into Dreams

“Deep, deep infinity! Quietness. To dream away from the tensions of daily living; to sail over a calm sea at the prow of a ship, toward a horizon that always recedes; to stare at the passing waves and listen to … Continue reading