Bev Flynn's Blog, page 11
April 2, 2019
Both Sides
These faces, of conflicting moodsare facets we display our voice of self, through ego owns confessions.. light to dark.Those raw and yellowed sunrays that lie maskedbetween our skin, and soulat times can rein in impulseor lift us.. to survive.We all possess both sides
March 26, 2019
Threshold Words
We've all met upwith threshold wordsthat solely changed our fate their presence holds our will their message breaks, like waves.I'm grateful for you soft and timeless poetswhen sorrow brings a silence to my voice their reach, inspires my soul to write 
until I have no choice
until I have no choice
March 25, 2019
Bounce
I bounce my versethen catch the moonI'm hungry, to exchangeI trade off lines.. and barter energyyet grounded are my dreams.If only in these wordscould I dare remake myselfI seek a fundamental change to live a life.. compelled 
March 20, 2019
Intangible Lab
oh, bailey how i dwell.. upon your endingleaning on your memories, unreleasedi miss: your gentle eyes, that the angels gifted methe collar jingleclick of nails, to floorboardsa toy squeakyour ever present, patient understandingand you always stealing my spotyour uncanny sense of being grateful, for simplistic thingsour car rides and parkwalksi do believe in spiritsand those signs, that they've continued oni pray.. for those connectionsi have so many questionswas that flicker.. of imagineor wa...
March 6, 2019
Absolute
Lettered, to the heartbeatwho has fed.. and starved my verseyou deserve a chance, to risk the love you've left unspent inside.I hope you feel my constance in the swelter of a stormmy wish for you, is absoluteand no one.. trusts this more
March 3, 2019
Vigil
A sentry night, of watch and rescuetoss and turn.. of lookoutas vapor of a sun's ray, strikes my cheek.As dawnis taking over.. from my vigilI'm setting down my lamp, to gain some sleep. This little ode.. created from lack of sleep, and love.My beautiful lab has injured himself on new hardwood floors. Medication, care and prayer to help with his healing. Sleeping on the couch until further notice, to be by his side... until he heals.
February 27, 2019
The Language of a Still Life
How deep.. two souls deflectwithin the language, of a still lifeas saber rayscut through the pale of February's shape.Tonight, we'll walk this powder-trailand breathe it's sheath of dustthough trapped, with our human formsthis dream.. belongs to us
February 25, 2019
So-Full Rush
Wordsthat lie contained.. in waitour fingertips, ensnared by hand of poetwe lull, suspended..something's comin' on.We reread points.. on entrythat so-full rushfelt just before, the touchThat equal driftof snow.. and worshipspinning, on a vaneromance.. of the same
February 20, 2019
Patterns
When patterns reach a complex statein conflict, of the soulthere's raw and honest challenge ..in the pulse.We'll lie as onebeyond this earththen vanish, at the rootsto risewithin a winter's debt of time.. so absolute
February 12, 2019
Glimpses of a Cape May, N.J. Escape
Captures from an incredible getaway last weekend, while my hardwood floors get restored. Sunsets and shells, and a sense of peace. The gift to experience a winter beach.
