(Poem of the Week) That November night I was a queen and you a king. You played the royal jukebox, and your ceaseless arms held me while...

(Poem of the Week) V-18 Seeking around the ashes Discovering new sight I found Love as it is in my century. —Cori Lark Corina © 2007...

(Poem of the Week) My solitude is the result of my survival My fear is the loss of my youth My womanhood is the peak of the mountaintop...

(Poem of the Week) A March morning, taunting with light at play, dancing Cigarette smoke spirals with currents of wind. The horizon...

(Poem of the Week) Kitten warmth in knitted blankets Claws like ice “Wake up!” White beam through window screen Shining emeralds in the night What is that you say? The day hasn’t yet begun. “The moon is full bind the foe,” purrs nocturnal feline like music giving spirit without any lies . . . I descent unto my patio The rays I cast with moonbeams dance as I ask for her protection so mote it be amen. —Cori Lark Corina V-7 The Witching Hour © 2007 #magicpoetry

(Poem of the Week) Diligence Not dismay with time it will grow Preparations beneath the birch tree in cultivated soil A picture of my...

(Poem of the Week) Tomorrow brings clarity A much needed light To see the crisis with tranquil might. —Cori Lark Corina, IV-8 Wunjo...

In silence see the enemy hiding blind inside. Wake up and see again the beginning. —Cori Lark IV-7 Mannaz Reversed Corina © 2007...

She has offered me a gift as I follow her. She tells me about partnership— separateness even as in union— My path leads back to her, the...

(Poem of the Week) IV-5 Following a naked breeze Misty kisses tickle my skin, wet lips sing silent through hazy days . . . My harem of...

(Poem of the Week) from part IV Alfresco Activities, Corina IV-1 I wait to be unfettered— free from scars embedded in my soul. Unbodied...

(Poem of the Week) III-14 Whispers Massaging Memories Into accepting minds Kissing, blessing, Addressing Words that hold They want to...

(Poem of the Week) I must be free to speak my mind Instead, I find I'm threatened. Once I clung We lingered on Lost inside our friendship. Now I open up my mind Slow, I see what we both hide . . . We trap ourselves We sit apart, yet Side by side— Speaking riddles By day subliminal By night . . . Invading serum reveals this nocturnal mind. Tell me what you find, For I can’t see past this week— This life has turned me blind— I feel a scream sneak up on me Slowly, it will subsid

(Poem of the Week) A lunar eclipse evening past Three ways balanced Eyes open, I am. See lights of nature Raining for days Smooth minutes...

Wrapping up our four-part journey through Cori Lark's Electric Ink: Writings of Cori Lark  ( Part II: Dreams and Undulations ), here's the final excerpt—a lively, elemental celebration of rain, wind, and shared adventure. Dated 12/99, it transforms a stormy day into pure magic: misty paths over green hills, lightning bolts, gusts that almost lift you off the ground, and the thrill of running through sheets of water. It's joyful, intimate, and alive with motion. 12/99 —Cori La

What draws me in is the musical layering: "Parnassian syncopation," "beat bedtime melodies," "zodiac music," "celestial spheres"—it turns personal longing into a symphony of the universe. The shift from feverish passion to gentle, eternal dreaming (with a quill and beat near willow trees) feels restorative, like surrendering to inspiration's flow.

This short, powerful prose-poem captures a moment of intense, merged awareness—where control, power, pleasure, and sensation blur into unity.

Welcome to another Poem of the Week here at Twilight Letters. Today, I'm sharing a thoughtful excerpt from Part II: Dreams and Undulations in Cori Lark's collection Electric Ink: Writings of Cori Lark.

(Poem of the Week) Dear God, Dear Goddess, Blessed Be. I seek you attention— Please, hear me. May I remember my lessons— Allow me to see— So I am not haunted by the memories. By opposite energies together working Existence becomes— Creates you, creates me. All can turn cloudy Among the extremes— Grayness can cover, Hiding you, Blinding me. Then from the east Comes a warm spring breeze The moon shines a path near flowers and trees— The heart of the sky peaks into the bay— wave

New Passages my warmth of living from within— grew like the sun— a supernova spreading through my soul shocking my heart scorching my...