Bev Flynn's Blog, page 14

Crawling, down a limb

Days my words.. are moodymy passion, paper-thina clear streamcrawling, down a limb.I have, but one deliveranceI write.. to quench my needI post the sound, projected on a bead

Limbs

Limbs... of poetry. Choices, from my book tree.

I Never Fight It

Some things existential are only foundinside that sound, in a breezeor the bump of a shadow..from the trunk of a tree.The stars keep souls... united.I never fight it

Adrenaline, runs underneath

Wordfount, of a dreamer's grove the cool and swirl, of carnal madnessjets of tears.. a rinse of inkadrenaline, runs underneath.Imaginations wallowin these wild crimes, within ushere..is wherewe tortured souls embrace.The rest is just a jump-off place

Squared the Circle

Chemical..a crosslinka strip of thread, through distance.Your presence squared the circleas loneliness.. retreatedyou'll never know how it was needed

November's Living Sculptures

Silvermined Clouds Spliced with Morning Motion

Conflict

To date: my verse.. in conflictI give and take, on every breeze.I long to craft my essaysin glades, of animation a phrase.. of hillsman tamed, by windor hieroglyphic poems.. on a floor.While time creates.. an otheringmy words, align myselfto what I was.. before

Momentum

My ups and downs of a physical nature.. leave me weary.Today, was an up day. I cling to these upward momentums, when the cold and bitter leave me feeling silent, and alone.Today dawg and I drove to a different park, and took a long, messy, lazy walk.. and stood in the corner lake, just outside winter's square.The heat.. was delicious, and I will forever be a summer soul.

Almost

Today, I almost wrote you closemy words.. became the wavesI let the poem drift in me.Swept onto a water-hearthlike phantom jewels of iceI felt my letters, melting timeyet holding back.. in fear.Perhaps, dear ghost you'll find themto be read.. in a hundred years