Meditation Room



Meditation Room

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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~

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Sunday, November 6, 2022

Strange Corridors~words left splintered~From earth to Cosmos

 


Strange Corridors

~words left splintered~

from earth to cosmos

victoria pettella
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remnants

The whisper of remnants
adorn the silence
in pretty bones and pressed scars
leaves and seeds
that can never dream
nest 
in the history of your heart
a lost bird with unfurled 
wings
remembers 
the very tree
whose bark 
s p l i t
in the hungering 
storm

                kisses and death


when words move
like arrows in the dark
the teeth of new lovers, sharp and raw
pierce even the Moon's bright skull
At times when she is wistful, wanting
and favors poetry upon the grey dust
of her waning hours
he reads to her
wanting nothing more
than kisses and 
death
                                       
                           
 

Rabbits Holes and Strange Gardens

Life is an experimental abyss
Full of rabbit holes and strange gardens
And sometimes even inexplicable beauty
That makes it worth it all



1 part sky, 1 new moon

When feeling lost
Take 1 part sky, 1 new moon
Fold them both into your heart
Push deeply
Until the stars burn themselves in
And like seeds of new life
They will conjure worlds
(you need to go to)
Places that belong only to you
Hold onto them, every single 
flashing seed
Even as hurricanes set in
Let them burrow inside
Till your tongue tastes of lightning


ethereal blooms

My mind 
dreams in ink
soft, ethereal blooms
where words 
once touched skin
and behind your eyes
the wolves
rippled
like silver water
beneath the dying Moon


rare flowers


ink loves me deep
when I am creaturely and raw
when my flesh is bare
and my soul tastes 
of rare flowers

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C H A O S


 Chaos 

Enveloped 

My Being

And my soul 

Danced

Anyway







Strange Corridors~Words Left splintered 

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Night's jagged wing
cuts away 
my flesh
and sets me 
free

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The deepest...


self-betrayal
the deepest
cut

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c r y p t

(such hungry flowers..)

time

you wither me in this dark crypt

inept in my own distortions

I search for a cause

to summon something deep within me

yet nothing arises and nothing sleeps

I fold in another metaphor 

 in solitude

I wear the Bluest Moon 

in a velvet tomb of isolation

there is no marrow in my bones

no wolves to play with

and the hours rattle like skulls 

in a vanishing forest

time

you carved into my stone walls 

like a slow drip ocean 

and I stayed too long

the thrash of glass

 tore at my flesh 

miles before

and I never saw the sting 

of red coming

or the wreckage that kissed 

the hungry flowers 

in my soul




Hummingbirds of twilight

Lunar seeds 
of dripping light
Cut the nearing 
strands of this 
Half-night

Beads of dew strung like 
glass shards around her waist
Where wolves slumbered all the Spring
Doves, Fairy-winged in wait

Autumn's Empress sword
adorns her
Nocturnal Heart
bleeding through 
the hummingbirds
of twilight hours

Stitching 
protective nectar
blooms to softly mend
Hawk and Owl hover to their tethered ends
For they cloak her sacred body
and her skeletal wren

Moon of jasmine
softening the last buds
Dreaming fierce 
of floral eruption
We swim a turquoise sea 
of shifting stars
Blue-silvers they paint
the dawn-soaked hours

And they return her to the hills 
of shining emeralds
As she rises from 
dolmen-veiled meadows
So gentle a fire arrives 
in her soul
cosmic drifts
of yellow daffodil

And like petaled-flames
they burn 
And burn all for her
Such delicate pyres
Mystic spires
Dancing the golden-blur

Like sunlit offerings
they burn 
and burn all for her
Atop the humming earth
inside her humming flesh
Feather and vine we wander 
the twilight of hummingbirds



what are we

what are we 
but the spaces we keep
the hidden gardens we tend to
the books we burn 
that live inside our mind
the voices we lock away
refraining from bloom
the walls of places we drop 
breath down into
what are we
but the mask of clothes 
we fasten to flesh
the bodies we disguise 
so perfectly
with personal narratives 
and empty adornments
what are we
but the shoes that break us
as we walk through life
the collective heartache
we carry into 
time









Moon after Moon after Moon


There are those quiet moments
that stand out 
to you
and only 
you
those solitary spaces 
you inhabit 
alone
you travel into them deeply 
and restlessly
arms 
r e a c h i  n g
out to unknowable realms
tears releasing a vibrant strand
from the sequence of pain
u n t y i n g
an imperative seam
from your frail, stitched being
the flesh that is still
somehow...
holding itself 
together
u n f u r l s
itself
into beautiful chaos and freedom
Your soul summons a true 
offering
giving your heart
to the night-cauldron
of stars
Beneath a wild Goddess Moon
I wrote a diary
inked in black walnut 
and dragon's blood
chanted aloud 
in luminous tongues
moon after 
      moon after 
                    moon






STRANGE CORRIDORS


to vanish upon strange cosmic moors

I climb inside the dark heart of night
to taste velvet flowers
to swim through veils of starlight
to satiate my soul 
with sonnets of Moondust
to drink from blue veins 
of endless galaxies
to ride the sparkling tail 
of the Cosmos

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COSMIC GLITCH



UNDO <  this user is in a Cosmic Glitch

Insert FreQuency-Jump

Hit the Black-Hole switch

Galaxy Override delete alt shift

Space Wolves breathless Undead kiss

Hypergiant Starry web asterisk

Riding device bare and Moonlit

Shards of Pegasus, Melting, now wingless

Mercurial waves bleed, silver bones twitch

A plethora of wounds shimmer adrift

Ghosts vomit the Nightfall Eclipse

Lightning carves Magic and spits …up….

Crystalline Birds of Rain and Blue Fire. 

My soul sliced in the Glitter-bomb 

of tangled wires

Running Code soon to expire

Can you hear me out there?

 is anyone alive?

Out of body dreams, Astral desires

Impaled by the milk of Celestial Spires

Eyes Unstitched

Hearts Inbetween wildfire

If I fall asleep now …

somebody wake me in The End

so I can Feel when the Auric Ocean 

folds and bends

and this Time Loop of chaos 

can break and mend

Undo > This User 

is in a Cosmic Glitch again

Ride my Parallel Universe 

and please Press Send

~victoria pettella~


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Strange Corridors
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words left splintered

words~victoria pettella

From earth to cosmos
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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...