writing

Fast Car

I usually let the blog sit quiet on Wednesday, but I have this song stuck in my head… And what does it mean to leave? Running from now to forever Away from things Maybe there’s better where I’m going Better than the whatifs here More possibilities there The road calls to me Making staying unlikely …

Sunday Poetry

Couple of pieces to enjoy. First is my morning/night haikus from yesterday Early sunlight Streaming in Rousing me sweetly * Eyes heavy Body relaxed Night sets in – A small wordle from The Sunday Whirl I struggle to thrive To land on my feet To never let life harden me To carry on though I’m …

Friday Feelings

Traveling to Boston right now and need something to keep my mind busy. A poem to all my lurkers. I see you Watching me Reading words that Arouse, stimulate, titillate you My special voyeur Peeking in Breathing me in And out, in and out I open up for Undress for Am vulnerable for Your eyes …

Tipping

A duel purpose post. The Sunday Whirl providing the words and Five Sentence Fiction the prompt. Prompt: Edge — I’m on it. Teetering, tottering A sigh away from tumbling off it Over the threshold into oblivion It’ll welcome me in A release of control I am bold in this fall Superseding my might, my mind …

Morning To Night

Wrote a series of (almost) haikus yesterday because it was that kind of day. In my self-important way, I figured I’d share them. You’re welcome. :)~ — Good Morning Open eyes I am brimming A ray of sunshine * Paperwork — Sheaf of words piles high Miles of work, oh my * Body of work …

(Me) Understood

A few haikus (10-14 syllables) — I question, I’m dependent, And never quite sure * A flash of a breast The glint of metal. Pierced * River running deeper Than men plumb. Undiscovered * I feel motionless. Stuck in neutral Now moving backwards * Dangerous desire! Would you let me Sate my need on you?

The Glow

April is National Poetry Month. I considered skipping it, but figured I’d sprinkle a little poetry through the blog this month to honor the occasion. — On lips High cheeks A sweet hue New and lush It paints pictures Makes promises Hints at innocence To capture To keep And reinvent With each new touch Petal …

Written

A poem for Easter. Words from The Sunday Whirl. — Life to me Dimly see Lost I be Have been to me Lock, stock Rusty key A pit to stand Drowned I am A rescuing hand! Please An offering man? Lamb, silent lamb And then He And then I am After Him A petal bend …