tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49927710422507158592024-03-12T21:21:04.029-07:00Somewhere In BetweenPoetry and Photo Uploads
~Emily Loren Moss FerrellSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-16002903605747523042018-08-28T17:14:00.001-07:002018-08-28T17:19:50.508-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S22p0bKAksI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2DOR_eeXFns/s1600-h/black+berry+photos+062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435187043414086338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S22p0bKAksI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2DOR_eeXFns/s320/black+berry+photos+062.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Human Devotion</span><br />
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Let us pretend we are not insecure,<br />
that what we disclose doesn't matter,<br />
that we are not fascinated by one another,<br />
and that we are not raised through identities<br />
of princesses and beasts.<br />
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Clarity is obtainable from unknown realms;<br />
through the blind leading the blind,<br />
dependent upon each other's perceptions,<br />
carressing one another with exchange and emotion...<br />
imagine a universe built upon the shoulder's of human devotion.<br />
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~ Emily Loren Moss FerrellSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-68373791526777073632018-03-03T20:49:00.000-08:002018-03-03T20:49:00.095-08:00Black Dressshould I grow harder?<br />
get out my black dress<br />
smooth on "toast of new york"<br />
so often worn upon my lips<br />
I want to fly with the night<br />
crawl upon the earth<br />
upon my hands and knees<br />
rise upon the beast<br />
so often found feasting<br />
upon my very own flesh<br />
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<br />Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-4943482987738631112017-04-23T12:39:00.001-07:002018-02-04T21:31:13.732-08:00Madmen<div>
creation exists between madmen</div>
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their feet are tied to the ceilings </div>
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strung across ancient rafters like puppets</div>
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they paint their dreams of normal things</div>
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sketching chairs and tables</div>
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covered with immaculate bowls of fruit</div>
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apples they will never taste</div>
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but feel in the curves of their canvas</div>
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Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-48396233674541235472016-10-21T15:41:00.001-07:002016-10-21T15:41:23.199-07:00Confinementto the one that sits just beneath<br />
the surface of everything<br />
squeezing the seam<br />
of an undying connection<br />
I ache in this pinched hold<br />
that I cannot and will not escapeSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-88573548382047322452016-10-19T18:43:00.001-07:002016-10-19T18:43:59.360-07:00Wordsleaving an eternal hunger<br />
with biting stomach ache<br />
a flicker disappears into the abyss<br />
of digital madness<br />
I wait to be rejoined<br />
with magical emoticons<br />
and tidbits of more words<br />
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<br />Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-11283048500660907932016-10-16T12:32:00.001-07:002016-10-16T12:32:32.912-07:00Amiss<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">there is no sand</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">no rocks</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">no land masses</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">only silence</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">and with no sand</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">castles can no longer be built</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">and with no castles</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">great balconies of stone can no longer exist</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">and with no balconies</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">there are no passages to travel in between</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">there are plenty of buckets</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">shovels lying here and about</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">all in an abundance of colors</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">bright yellows</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">brilliant blues</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">some with red sifters</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">they all feel the sunlight </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">warming their bodies </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">as they relax upon the unknown</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">they all feel the wind </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">playing against their plastic rims </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">mildly rounded edges</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">they all feel the stars reflections </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">when night time closes it's eyes upon them</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">but most of all</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">the buckets </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">the shovels </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">the sand sifters </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">all know there is something amiss</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">even with an inconceivable consciousness </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px;">of what exactly is missing</span>Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-12346191722516529192015-11-17T17:25:00.000-08:002016-10-21T15:55:04.987-07:00Encasementperhaps they are on the same mindless trip as the rest of us<br />
feeling the breeze against their bodies <br />
moving from one moment to the next <br />
as they glide through a city of doors broken by dominance<br />
fearing a similar muted emotion<br />
that cracks the ceiling above their own encasing <br />
and peels the paint tearing apart the orchid covered wallsSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-88336377038360062112015-11-17T13:38:00.000-08:002015-11-17T13:38:30.918-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9_4OctSgOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VUieLXxX2rw/s1600/157.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467361399759077602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9_4OctSgOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VUieLXxX2rw/s320/157.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Alleviation</span><br />
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in my arms deeply rooted<br />
there is a calling <br />
that cannot be explained<br />
I call it beautiful<br />
others call it insane <br />
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~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br />
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written 05/04/2010 6:04 am estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-40047372260701800182012-06-03T10:26:00.006-07:002012-06-03T10:26:56.578-07:00BirthCrouching on my hands and knees,<br />with the consolation of earth beneath me.<br />
I remember nothing, tumbling and turning<br />from the first moment of observing.Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-20859877196811530712010-05-07T12:28:00.000-07:002012-05-26T21:29:57.245-07:00<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Hunger</span><br />
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revolutions occur<br />
when hearts are ripped<br />
and hunger prevails<br />
as we are continually<br />
fed on platitudes and plates<br />
diverted with cut flowers<br />
placed in vases<br />
on spectacular views<br />
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~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br />
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written 05/07/2010 3:11 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-54656791423187278322010-05-06T14:06:00.000-07:002010-05-06T14:14:42.743-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S-MxLplgPSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dDM1oijNoc0/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S-MxLplgPSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dDM1oijNoc0/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468268448769391906" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Convection</span><br /><br />rising out of restrictions<br />a restricted seed up-roots<br />breaking through<br />creeping out<br />climbing about<br />a leg up-lifted<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 05/06/2010 5:04 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-80847692661513692362010-05-06T11:45:00.000-07:002010-05-06T11:52:03.654-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S-MPq5pHQWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HLIIBPcHYhc/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S-MPq5pHQWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/HLIIBPcHYhc/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468231602260099426" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Recognition</span><br /><br />woke up in sleepy sound<br />touched by smile<br />reminding me of laughter<br />unseen and unheard<br />felt through words<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br />written in the 9:00 am realm on 05/06/2010Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-40260021012470521282010-05-05T06:55:00.000-07:002010-05-05T07:03:00.546-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S-F6LShy5gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0bcteaemTjI/s1600/212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S-F6LShy5gI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0bcteaemTjI/s320/212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467785756975228418" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Adjacent</span><br /><br />gently restrained<br />mixing in a centrifuge<br />force binds strongly<br />in longing for the scent <br />of effervesce <br />expressed in forests<br />comforting and covering<br />a cellular celebration<br />in singular layers of leaves <br />where I breathe and sleep<br />softly seeded in sediment<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 05/05/2010 at 9:45 amSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-68733803495518266252010-05-02T15:29:00.000-07:002010-05-02T15:48:46.704-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S94AKU3zhTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QcrxytpyI1g/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S94AKU3zhTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QcrxytpyI1g/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466807175075824946" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">May Daze</span><br /><br />in tall ship I ride, side by side<br />slaying all the monsters<br />winding through mazes<br />of bureaucratic bullshit<br /><br />catching breath in fields of glory<br />individually we share a story<br />make love nakedly enjoying<br />each others outpouring <br /><br />easily oppressed <br />hidden beneath niceties<br />of fancy hats and fountain pens<br />phony smiles a plenty<br /><br />I sit and sail in artistic veil<br />expressing undercurrents<br />swirled with sensation<br />while others stand and sweat<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 05/02/2010 2:41 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-51948070679862610282010-05-01T08:22:00.000-07:002010-05-01T08:26:36.878-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9xIDMbnJmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HsoGlucjiAc/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9xIDMbnJmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HsoGlucjiAc/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466323267434784354" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tenderness</span><br /><br />woven in soft strands <br />stitched and snuggled<br />socks and mittens<br />are intricately worn <br />unspun with devotion<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 5/1/2010 at 10:23 amSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-53858383789450687642010-04-29T07:03:00.000-07:002012-01-02T14:50:54.586-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9mVp5Yjv5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/yf_p3JpLxj4/s1600/058+(2).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9mVp5Yjv5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/yf_p3JpLxj4/s320/058+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465564169801809810" /></a><br />
<span style="font-weight:bold;">Lyrical Embrace</span><br />
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erased by history of ghosts<br />
hiding behind infrastructure<br />
and barbed wire fence<br />
caress permeates fields<br />
mist rises into folds of dawn<br />
aroused by fingers that linger<br />
textured on tip of tongue<br />
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~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br />
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written 04/29/2010 9:52 am estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-1593513286874604772010-04-27T01:41:00.000-07:002010-04-27T01:56:23.623-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9amAHaVOBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xopsNGy0TVk/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9amAHaVOBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xopsNGy0TVk/s320/082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464737718780377106" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Embedded</span><br /><br />the nightmares only appear<br />when I wake from embrace<br />embedded in embodiment<br />I am gently lulled back <br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 04/26 & 04/27 – completed at 4:39 am estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-4360824095177785712010-04-25T17:11:00.001-07:002011-12-17T11:53:11.338-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9TbyBYLY4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/EjMzgzQCYyI/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9TbyBYLY4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/EjMzgzQCYyI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464233900317041538" /></a>Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-73538281356849065542010-04-23T16:45:00.000-07:002010-04-23T16:49:02.372-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9IxwJ6PtjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/2Y5HOZcet6M/s1600/193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S9IxwJ6PtjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/2Y5HOZcet6M/s320/193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463484001317533234" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Vignettes</span><br /><br />I don't paint masterpieces<br />I sketch dreams<br />as dreams sketch me<br />a seed planted in chaos<br />blooming in breath<br />neck upon neck <br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 04/23/2010 at 7:39 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-7802740373216092132010-04-21T15:23:00.000-07:002010-06-26T20:39:46.888-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/TCbHyAcnCYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qF9F6RQ43yo/s1600/198(2).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/TCbHyAcnCYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qF9F6RQ43yo/s400/198(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487292857924913538" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Preeminence</span><br /><br />without intensity of stress<br />on the verge of unrest<br />with pulse and blood<br />pumping in rhythm<br />walks turn into skips<br /><br />children smile in unison<br />at caterpillars dressed in their finest<br />and grasshoppers singing silly songs<br />marching into colorful gardens<br />befit for a king<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 04/21/2010 in the late afternoon as the rain fell in perfectionSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-2550074002642938382010-04-20T17:36:00.000-07:002012-07-25T19:00:20.023-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S85JJJZD8gI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2kdgaMO9dIg/s1600/026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462383819535675906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S85JJJZD8gI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2kdgaMO9dIg/s320/026.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ligature</span><br />
<br />
with each breath climbing behind shadows<br />
among cobblestones of isolation <br />
there is a lifting of pain and memories<br />
where we ripen as fresh as the first day<br />
and peel one another<br />
with quickness and subtlety<br />
resting against mind and matter<br />
a fairy tale remains in touch <br />
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~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br />
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written 04/20/2010 at 8:24 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-71995204960491094622010-04-19T19:30:00.000-07:002014-11-06T17:30:09.802-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S80Tmf42rlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K42O3HnrlMQ/s1600/087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S80Tmf42rlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K42O3HnrlMQ/s320/087.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462043475186200146" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Morpheus Revisited</span><br />
<br />
on a cold morning he came<br />
surrendering a promise to keep<br />
a delicate balance between<br />
the life within and the life without<br />
<br />
with soft words falling into pillows of delight<br />
where dreams become the sustenance<br />
of a posture to stand upright <br />
and face the sun<br />
<br />
bathing one carefully<br />
kissing away all fears<br />
and resistance to disorder<br />
<br />
his being and his caress<br />
are the tides of timelessness that roll in<br />
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~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br />
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<br />Subterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-40726423280772424362010-04-18T19:17:00.001-07:002010-04-19T02:52:39.315-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S8u-Tv4Y7LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/c8KXQePPpSE/s1600/166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S8u-Tv4Y7LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/c8KXQePPpSE/s320/166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461668219596631218" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Japanese Garden</span><br /><br />butterflies flutter in circles<br />of incomprehensible stomach wings<br />they skip from stone to stone<br />with no tears shed<br />a gift from the unknown<br />lit by the brilliance of a lantern<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 04/18/2010 10:15 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-24522712660083611922010-04-17T14:34:00.000-07:002010-04-17T14:53:56.103-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S8otzrXF55I/AAAAAAAAAXE/mkzKy0vY4VQ/s1600/072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S8otzrXF55I/AAAAAAAAAXE/mkzKy0vY4VQ/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461227863976306578" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Concurrence</span><br /><br />the whole universe fits into the palm of our hands<br />when the wind outside tosses about<br />and a window's mouth is nailed shut<br />there lies beauty<br />there lies sync <br />swimming in a sea of unsettlement<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 04/17/2010 5:29 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992771042250715859.post-66438519199131829612010-04-16T20:30:00.000-07:002010-04-16T20:54:28.587-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S8kuzjIA9KI/AAAAAAAAAW8/B7Yh1PBbPWg/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYE0TntSjNI/S8kuzjIA9KI/AAAAAAAAAW8/B7Yh1PBbPWg/s320/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460947486300501154" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Warmth</span></span><br /><br />arrives unexpectedly tucked tightly<br />beneath a floral covered blanket<br />bringing back a huge picture window<br />threaded in a two room apartment<br />eating ice cream<br />momentarily freezing migraine and tummy ache<br />dreaming in a garden of earthly delight<br />on a warm spring night<br /><br />~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell<br /><br />written 04/15/2010 at 11:27 pm estSubterranean Tidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06202788280488596627noreply@blogger.com0