Words from The Sunday Whirl. I’m a messy combination of half-naked woman and sex hormones. It’s too hot to ache for a body against mine yet that’s exactly what I want. — So… Overheated Needing spread limbs to twine Wind tightly together Please Craving a strong hand Around my sweat slicked throat Fisting through my …
The other story wasn’t coming together so I’m tossing you poetry instead. Connected to the first story Dragging me under This need to break you Tie you forever to my side By blood and by breath Bones crushing, crashing down I leave, come back, leave Unable to break free Even as we break each other …
A day early with this, but that’s okay. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction, words from The Sunday Whirl (the words are up on Facebook). Prompt: Charmed — You get me with a simple phrase, capture me with the range of your brilliance I am fertile like my heart, shifting close to the bright beam that …
Haven’t done any poetry in a while. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction and words from The Sunday Whirl. Prompt: Accident — The deep cut should’ve been my clue as the visions danced like bright fairies before my eyes I quickly became a nebulous thing, red blood dripping, my spirit hovering above my prone body Opaque …
The queen of self-fulfilling prophesies, me Of the dark skin The brown eyes Mouth too wide, but silent Too silent for you to understand The shift in our conversation comes as no surprise My expectations outstrip your performance Or maybe it was me who was too high Searching for affection in lies You meant to …
Last day of National Poetry Month. Highlights from this month includes some haikus and lamenting my missing creativity. While I’ll continue posting poetry, I feel it important to note the end of the month with a motley crew of poetry. I’m utilizing Andy’s prompt for the first. Prompt: Unintended Consequences Word Count: 123 Jealousy Opening …
Mining thoughts for golden nuggets For any kind of creative appeal For anything present ready to spill Trickle from between suddenly quiet head space Misplaced troubles is the source of this Fallowed ground left open and split Is my time close, my signal to quit? I expected poetic expression with a bit more wit Pit …
A breath of fresh air Relief, a heady scent on the breeze Breathe in tranquility Infusing every part A sea of feelings For once at rest I am clear waters Lapping up Rolling gently out
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 …
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 …