VeraCharlineWareham

We Dance
(1980's)

Floating gossamer veils caught in the upward spiral
of smoke reflect a spark of firelight.

Spicy aromas, like incense, permeate the body
transmuting into droplets of salty moisture,

Teasing the veneer of our humanness,... trickling,...
glistening in trails of celestial adornment.

Savoring sweet fruit, we moisten the lips tasting
incarnate remnants of infinite desire.

Drumbeats ravage nerve endings, gyrating the body
with spontaneous vibrations... controlled.

Bare feet cradled in soft simmering sand, near
the crackling fire, spin us into ancient memories.

Sensations of the eternal dance and nomadic
movements send our souls to times of worship:

Through jungle gyrations and erotic chants with
shocking paint expressing intrigue and passion; ...

In sandy streets with plentiful baskets of balance
riding aloft, held in poise by graceful necks; ...

Upon mountain tops, inside circles of orchids,
with the sounds of waterfalls joining in with
the excitement of the music; ...

Seeing gypsy campsites with spangles sparkling
in the moonlight and tambourines bouncing
on taunting hips; ...

Touching cool, palace floors with hips and palms,
rotating to strings and windpipes as serpents
are mesmerized in coil;...

Stomping with belled ankles on wooden stages
above a sea of faces and flood lights that blind us
of the present day;...

We dance, ... to haunting rites and rhythms
from all times, undulating in fluid motion with
the heartbeat of the universe

Moonlight Magic

(1980's)

The magic of moonlight has put wings on my heart

So I can soar through the air and visit the stars

The glow of new love will reflect in the still sea

As years from tonight, I see reflections of me

I see my face alone, but without any tears

Remembering the joy that will survive the years

I gaze into thoughts with my own face looking back

And wonder which sights are fiction, which ones are fact

That old magic moon being the sorcering kind

Will give you some answers, but the rest you must find

Flying so high – wind in my face, thrills in my soul

The moon gave visions of love – your noble face shown

The sparks from your intense eyes encircled mine soon

To rocket an enchanted heartbeat to the moon

Charline considers herself a poet and an artist and a seeker of truth,
and has never related her value to what she does for a living, which has
been an array of things: from carpenter’s helper in the strength of her
youth, to belly dancer for her own balloon delivery business, to assembly
line work and then coordinator of communications with Motorola. She is a
native Texan, but loves to travel, enjoying the outdoors and adventure.
Living rather secluded in the Texas woods for the past fifteen years, she
holds dear her solitude and time for reflection. On the balance, she also
enjoys meeting new people and experiencing new things and ideas, with her
solitary escape always waiting for her when she needs it. Her writing and
photographic art have been sold and shown sporadically throughout America
– primarily through the internet, because of her reclusive qualities. At
present this artist/author is working on a book tentatively to be called
Patchwork Faces of the Moon. Charline is also web master of three sites,
the first and very massive site is called Through My Window at:
http://vcwfreedom.homestead.com/index.html.