Liquid Turquoise: Galerie de Glaces at Versailles
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Sage Sweetwater
Monday, January 16, 2006
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Liquid Turquoise: Galerie de Glaces at Versailles
Each time
the ladle
is dipped
in,
she melts
back into
herself in
the mold,
She is my
matrix, my
opalescent
Dominion
Ignis Algir,
very powerful
fire!
Pyr
Ethos
hotter content
of the ladle
blending two
together,
melting raw
material.
Her anxiety
pours, the
more I feed
ladlefuls of
Liquid Turquoise
I pour out her
"woman in a boat."
Concentric
rippling effect
mold being
filled from
the same
ladle.
Glass-making
of ancient time,
Pliny the Elder
"sand does not
shine until it has
been washed
by sea, removing
its impurities," thus
discovered glass.
The duality of its
nature, hard and
beautiful, but
fragile.
Idea of its maker,
tongue of flame,
I pour out her
"woman in a boat."
Her anxiety pours,
the more I feed.
Bead of my desire
Vessel
Mirror
Barometer
I fuse her at
high temp,
skim and cool
her, then add
the erotic substances
for her brilliance
to line the
Galerie de Glaces
at Versailles,
she melts
back into
herself in
the mold.
Does Liquid
Turquoise
have an
effect on
you?
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
1/18/2006 |
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Thnx sis, I found this very sensual, very erotic and very romantic. I agree with Sandie and Eileen, you are just a fountain of creativeness. I can see the woman in you flow out each time I read something from you. She flows out like molten glass just waiting to be formed. I love the way you write sis. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, jou to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be." |
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| Reviewed by Amira van Kerk |
1/18/2006 |
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who cannot be touched by the soft color of a turquoise?
Superb write Sage.
Amira |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
1/17/2006 |
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| enjoyed the read |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
1/17/2006 |
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Good gracious, liquid fire in your passionate words--more, more, more, Sage! :) Seriously: outstanding in form, presentation and verse. :) EXCELLENCE!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Jena Ayro |
1/17/2006 |
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Two heats burning as a single
flame, she heats up call her sand,
and cools into a new and even more
beautiful form, call her glass
She renews constantly, each time
shes a vessal she pours out, and when
shes molten she is then poured in to
another
Pure in any form, U see through
her which ever way shes made,
a reflection of anything thats with
her
Turquoise, December, protection,
healing, courage, success, and care,
relieves tensions, effecting every
mood and shape of liquid she is or
becomes
She becomes the wave of fresh air
moveing shores, moven life, with
every beat of her four chambers
she creates her self again
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| Reviewed by Only A Poet |
1/17/2006 |
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| incredible, serene and cool and intensely hot at the same time, masterful! |
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| Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore |
1/17/2006 |
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| an exquisite dedication! loved the language, the melding of the sensual and the philosophic, you use ancient themes in modern contexts in quite the original manner! kudos and bravo! |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
1/17/2006 |
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Ss ever Sage you dazzle with inventiveness and ingenuity, as your pour your liquid offerings and entreaties before our bemused eyes
This has the startling effect of a young neophyte staggered by the craftsmanship of his or her master
Liquid Turquoise takes you on a sea borne journey to Atlantis and beyond !
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
1/17/2006 |
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| Oooo, yes... love the visual - both colour and viscosity. Reminds me of my fascination with molten wax. Same qualities. Love the repetition of "Her anxiety pours, the more I feed" and the concepts about how and when sand shines and the duality of the nature of such glass. For me, a poem within a poem starts at "Bead of my desire"; the flute to the gestalt of the stem, perhaps. Elegant and searing fluidity in this sequence of writes, Sage; each one swash-buckling in its way... like a blade through silk! TY Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
1/17/2006 |
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Sage:
You are so creative! Your style of writing is so unique and interesting as only you can write the way you do. I'm enjoying your writings very much!
Lucky Star Sandie May Angel :o)
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
1/16/2006 |
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You are an endless fountain of creativity! Beautiful Sage!
Turquoise is my favorite gemstone...
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Aleja Bennett |
1/16/2006 |
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| brilliant, moving and touching. God bless you on a marvelous piece of expression. |
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