microscopic muses

  Awake in the stillness                                  (of a calm night)                                           Fondling your face                                (in my memory)                              My dreams reach for you                       (as yours hunger for me)                        *Where breaths breathe together                (continuously)*

  VIA W.W. NORTON & COMPANY How Virginia Woolf Shunned—and Then Embraced—T.S. Eliot Lyndall Gordon on the Rocky Beginnings of a Literary Friendship By  Lyndall Gordon November 23, 2022 Virginia Woolf was the most distinguished of the four Englishwomen who welcomed Thomas Stearns Eliot. Her chief impetus to meet Eliot, backed by her husband, Leonard Woolf, was a result of the Egoist edition of his first volume of poems,  Prufrock and Other Observations . Mary’s lover Clive Bell took a dozen copies to Garsington, and there Katherine Mansfield read “Prufrock” aloud to enthusiastic applause. Mansfield, an expatriate herself, understood better than most how insecure Eliot felt, with his side glances and painfully slow speech. When “Prufrock” came Leonard Woolf’s way, the poem struck him as saying something no one had said before, and as a rarity in that not one line fell below “the heights.” Leonard and Virginia Woolf had just then bought a small hand press, planning to print books as a

  to hold the Moon in your hands dictating my breath the naysayer who steals dreams

  This close to touching you Feeling the core of you Misconceptions realised

I hope you gain something, from reading my words; by gazing at my moments captured be it a raging wind a scorching sun or even perhaps, an echo from the wilderness  These are my words The only ones I can give to you The only ones I know how, to sing to you For they are the bare bones of my breath and come from my Souls essence *Where the Moon always stays awake  (in my morning) and then dares to sleep inside (at night)* So with each turning tide (of time),  your Summer songs will be  silenced These are my words  The only ones I can give             * to you *

Time and time again I come back to you (My first love) To seek comfort in your arms Once more To be Rocked by your rhythm  Slowly, surely (at first) With tenderness Then almost violently  Pushing me down Pulling me under Crashing over me Filling me up Replenishing the void                     ~   ©  SarahA O’Leary

  Suicidal seas Negative future forecast Brave stupidity

  Lovers knot Entwined with the Sea Death wish lived

Terrifying  Impressive  Formidable  *you*

                                                                              Uneasy feelings                    Nonverbal    attention                   Creepy stalker

  A night that has to carry times tempo Is a night, where solidified screams echo  in your dreams

  Celebrating chaos  Tinged with melancholy  Fathomless Soul searching 

Disarrayed roots Disorganisation of Life’s struggling breath (strangled growth )

Unspoken words Unheard sounds Muted music A dead leaf’s life

Crossing off the days Before they have lived Anticipation