Meditation Room



Meditation Room

Welcome* to my Visual Diary ©

Welcome* to my Visual Diary ©
film~digital~experimental / visual art, design, projects

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a night of poems & black wings

a night of poems & black wings

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seeds of creativity

Themes of transformation & transiting through cycles of life, breath, death & healing seem to seep into my work. Nature, magic, creation & the ever-morphing seasons are a constant guiding force & inspiration.
~victoria pettella~

Visit Summer's Veil

Monday, September 12, 2022

I gave my breath to Nebulous Dreamworlds ~1

~ victoria pettella~





Longing for wildflowers


she 
was like the wind
eternal 
and longing
for wildflowers
like a bird 
deepening 
her song
and pouring her 
honey-wings
into the wounds of sunlit 
meadows
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My dreaming skin


It is the wild lark
pecking through 
my dreaming 
skin
telling me my wounds can fly
telling me my scars 
are thin
biting through 
emerald veins and dead 
flowers
setting fire 
to moon-kissed flesh
in Summer's final 
hours
I have ripped 
myself 
o p e n
so I can climb 
the Autumn trees
My light escaping
the dark bird 
in me
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s o l i t u d e


solitude

a beautiful abyss

an exquisite loneliness

a longing for the soul
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I gave my breath to nebulous dreamworlds



I swam through 
Night's obsidian heart
Tasted velvet skulls 
and moonflowers
Painted my skin
in the blood-nectar 
of starlight
and gave my breath 
to nebulous dreamworlds
The Moon adorned me
in her most radiant armour
and set me adrift
upon waves
of the Eternal
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Herbarium


The softening strands 
of existence 
the lasting wounds 
of impermanence
here we kissed the dying sunlight
wafting wild from our dreaming lips
luminous threads 
weaving dark flowers 
through our skin
strange forests , phantom nectars 
steeped in secret 
here on the gentle brink 
the blackening cosmos
never told me why
my eyes remember yours
and eternal-sleep came to taste 
the decadent-haze
of my final breath
the moon parting my skin 
the sacred chasm within
can you see my bouquet of bones? 
my skeletal pyre burns sweet 
and stains the wind with lilac 
I have slipped far past a lingering wave 
a herbarium of invisible flesh
where burning stars once lived
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Summer's veil

Where I have been lately..
Dreaming with the foxgloves 
along Summer's veil
Reading poems
under the ghost-bride 
of moonlight
Chanting as all wild-hearted 
witches do in the forest
Wandering through the towers 
of goldenrod and sorcerer's violet
Offering my soul 
to the rain-soaked gardens
Swallowing the sunlight
in the mossy labyrinth-womb
Standing still in the bones 
of the blue night
Listening to the creatures 
and leaving offerings
Tangling into branches 
searching for wisdom
Sleeping in the ivy 
and waking against the bark
Harvesting mother's greenery 
and weaving new seeds
Letting my spirit dance 
with the never-ending cosmos
Finding my freedom 
in the season of light
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eternal-spiral~skin


one night of fireflies 
and wine I wandered
through the tall sweetgrass
my skin fell away 
into colored shards of mica
the sky swallowed me whole
as though I were an offering
I felt the cosmic mists
take hold and whisper to me 
within
dancing through 
like wild dragonflies
a divine collision,  
spirals and tails
sliding down an endless spell 
of Moons
i carry the memory as a child 
now gone
and still I cling 
to molten stars
still i dream of worlds afar
I never could quite see your face
but it has always belonged 
to my heart
it carved a sacred meadow 
through my soul
and returned me
through spheres of pinks 
and gold
shimmering skins
fastened with light
a vessel pours me back 
to life
starry elixir
stitched into my hand
I awake beneath the Birch, 
glass and sand.
~victoria pettella~


I gave my breath to nebulous dreamworlds

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In my dreams
the Raven 
pecks through
my sleeping heart
and feeds it
to the whirling 
Cosmos
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All poetry ~Victoria Pettella

2 comments:

CraveCute said...

So beautiful! ✨🌼✨

Victoria said...

Crave Cute

Deep thanks lovely soul...much appreciation!

Autumn' sLight

Autumn' sLight
* ART ~WORD~ IMAGERY & EXPLORATORY SEEDS*

where I have been lately *dream with me here

A natural draw to the experimental side of things

*CREATION IS ALWAYS AWAKE , IT LIVES UNCAGED & FREE, NO RULES TO FOLLOW , ONLY NEW SEEDS TO EXPLORE~victoria pettella*


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poeme

poeme

beautiful creatures

beautiful creatures

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raven in love with the moon

raven in love with the moon

black feathers

black feathers

ghosts of introversion

ghosts of introversion

Within

Within
visit sacred space...

a u r a

a u r a

colors

colors

g h o s t b i r d

g h o s t b i r d

** ethereal dreamworlds **

** ethereal dreamworlds **

visual potions ~by candlelight

visual potions ~by candlelight

wander through the veil with me

Poems seeking light

Poems seeking light

To all the rare flowers

To all  the rare flowers

**b e a u t i f u l ** s o u l s**

We are all strange and unusual; flawed, broken and beautiful ~victoria pettella

shadows & souls

shadows & souls

moonlit flora spells

moonlit flora spells

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

visual potion~ sun, shadow & strings

sacred spaces~

sacred spaces~

** symbolic visions **

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Nature is a Meditation

Nature is a Meditation

visual spells ) o (

visual spells ) o (

one night the stars... let me in

ash and seed

ash and seed

uncaged & free

uncaged & free
a beautiful storm

spark~illumination~transformation

spark~illumination~transformation

Creative Encounters & Kindred Spirits

I love to meet and connect with fellow creatives! I have a deep appreciation for all artists, creative thinkers, unique souls.
While my nature is mostly introverted and I thrive as a hidden -solitaire, I have found connecting with other creative-spirits to be profoundly nourishing and deeply magical in ways my soul understands. To those I have met along the way that have enriched my life with your art-music-writing-creations-passion-energy-open-mindedness....I thank you immeasurably ! and to those I have reconnected with..thank you for giving me a sense of community in a world I always felt on my own in. Thank you for these creative encounters, they have transformed me.

solitary world

solitary world

the unseen

the unseen

releasing the shadows and returning to light

releasing the shadows and returning to light

visual poems..

visual poems..

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

sunskulls & wolf-bones ~ a cave of songs & poems

new soul

new soul

Dark Blooms

Dark Blooms

you were always meant to be free

gothic spell

gothic spell

u n v e i l

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Bird whispered to the stone

The Secret Realm

The Secret Realm
What is behind the door of shadow and light...