Bev Flynn's Blog, page 13

Plain

Our course was foundour contact.. simplespines of bone, and lichenand our words wound.. to an oathI've tried to understand the way it's sewn.We've paid our ransom,to the rootscaressed and stripped each other's soulso very often plain is worth the poem

Winter's Runoff

Unintended daydreamfinds a channel.. to the riveras soul, immersed in bottled inkconceives of it's release.Gilded water, lappingas we lie.. against the seasonour words confide and cross, on winter's runoff

Grand and Branching Corridors

I dreamt.. we metat grandand branching corridorsthe soil ledge.. from outer fields the snowflakes, ripe with phrase.Iceberg clouds, infused with shafts of distant August lightningand you and I, surrenderedas figments.. in the haze

Looting

Looting through a plane of greysinfinite, and smoothtoday my age.. is liquidas these waves of time compel.Like water.. steals from edge of cloudI'm stealing, from myself

Roaming.. from the anchors

When you're born, your bitten with these phantom types of growling, growing cravings,your soles always roaming.. from the anchors.Your pulse.. wanting to ride them. Wanting to feed them. Wanting to bleed them.Sometimes love.. gives you a warning,tangency, to rev your only heart's life.As your clock strays... ticking, underneath the track.And ghosts of ages, pass you smiling never looking back

Beneath the rail

Days we feel responsiveto what gives us more insistencewe ride upon the spine of timeto glimpse.. a different life.A stationary poetonly travels, through their words they've knowingly accepted laying verse ...beneath the railA cautionary tale...

Forest noir

Turn of valve

As much.. as one denys itit only takes a turn of valve as pulse spills into frame.As hard.. as poet fights itunderneath their insightthere's only words, to blame

Submersed.. exposed

Smell this word-infusionas we deep inhale in sentiencesupine, trickled downdo they seep.. into your soul?Here.. where draftsand watered pleas are keptour perfumed battles, facetedwe breathe-in lovesubmersed.. exposedtherein, lies the scent.. of a poem

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