KNOT Magazine
Fall Issue 2022
Paula Dawn Lietz
The Drumming Dance
upon my ear susurrant melodies
you murmur a vibration
dance alone dance
sliding with rhythm the drumming
eases me onto the floor and say dance
dance alone dance
the song played one sung to many
but never as it is now
you reassure me in your disingenuous voice
dance alone dance
did I hear you
I do not know as I was lost in the earth
I do not know as I was lost in the sky
dance alone dance
I feel the heat of your palm against my back
the brush of your thigh against my groin
dance with me dance
cunning your words read like a script
intimate and directed at me
am I that vain
no you reassure me no
to my dismay I stray and lose the beat only
to find it two bars down in the sonata darkness
of a prairie town
dance alone dance dance alone dance
to the drumming deep within
Upon Cave Walls and Birch Bark
Sultry days of summer dim
her last tarnished hurrah cool.
Daring strokes of autumn
begin to thread slender shades of splendour.
Regal composition of colours, textures
and astounding knowledge
unequal is this labour of darwinism.
A sense of security in autumns keeping
we trust as we prepare to travel through
the dark bit of winter.
Recognition of this survival mode
a honour many take for granted
of the endless pathways behind us
setting the pace for those yet birthed.
We acclimatize to the environment
the adapting so remarkable its history.
Physically, spiritually and mentally
the mergence necessary to survive.
Our faith no matter the theories or myths
declare there shall be a spring
or lack of one
visible in characters or handprint
laid upon cave walls and birch bark.
A Whisper of Moonbeams
caressing her face
a whisper of moonbeams
distance has no meaning
nor does the fine line between
lust and love
she wraps a damp leg
round his upper thigh
and clenches from within
he cups her breast and lays
upon the colour of her exclamation
the hue flushed now a deep rose
against his strength
she arches
primitive the sounds
that escape their lips
she opens
and lets him in
and now everything
everything is changed
washed with rain
he holds her
trembling
he holds her
washed with rain
Paula Dawn Lietz ( Pd Lietz ) is an accomplished multi-genre artist, photographer and poet.
She has garnered an impressive range of credits working with various publishers and authors, reveling in the creative energy generated within the artist and literary community.
Her poet's heart shines through
her visual interpretations of the world she sees around her.