Bev Flynn's Blog, page 16

Whispered, at the Entrance

Penciled, on the dawnyour words come forth whispered.. at the Entranceglint of sun, caressesjewel… to fingertip.The cost, of living silentis shared.. in an eclect circlecedar roots, your heart lies buriedfor a century the toll… of silent mouths.Time hears vows and all confessionsthrust, between the seasonsyou're reaching for the clarity.. you lacktil Autumn, hands you back

Heartstrings

Autumn meadow swayed, in frostour fingers, charredthroughsmall, and shadowed grasses.Random is the light at a breezea deeper kiss, to make my soul sing rendering our breathsentwined, as heartstrings

Slow, within our Worship

These circuitries of eve, collideit pulls our fatein sentientwe move, as searing tics .. on a nightline.Herewe slow.. within our worshiphinged, between our centerwe haltthe drifts of timeas dusk, consumes the vine

Today, I'm Far Apart from Words

Today, I'm far apart from wordsthey only slow things down.The milestone I waited on, in a year of pause and passing.. happened this warm autumn morn.It's been 2 weeks shy of a year, when I got the call that changed me forever."Your biopsy shows you do have a carcinoma. Breast cancer."I fought that battle, and am blessed and grateful to have had a successful journey, yet, a different life has come to me.. once the treatment ended.Joint and bone pain, due to several post-cancer meds.. and someh...

Ripened words

The chime of hours, pacingthe climb of heartbeats.. racingthe thoughts,connecting loversin the quiet queue, of day.We tilt, and angle ripened wordsmetaphysical, in our releaseour history writes the fabric of our dreams

Illusion

Her Autumn kiss, unmercifulformed.. from eager mouthit's imprint, fading miles, from where it left.This fragile night's illusioncreates.. his distant wakeningprotective, of the loverand the power.. of each other

When the storm, overtakes

Horizon.. goneher instinct, rawthe quickened press, of palms to ravishings.. of rainher lips, imbibe an innocenceswallowing.. the chaste.Stand.. in the illusiondeflecting, off your skin.On broody daysit's all you can face when the storm, overtakes

Poet Noir

Your crime: the shift.. of distance. A written slope a heartbeat, dared.The theft of crossing.. a moral line.So Strike the match.Stoke your words.Then Watch them flicker and breathe ...beneath her papery bones.

All... or none

Time.. shapes our identityit mounts up, over our core while stars burn on above.Our souls.. grew rootsour lives, drip scent.We... are all, or none.We cannot turn from each other's love

A blush.. upon a spine

Sundown, through a rusted branchsurrender.. streaks the panethe threshold, to a silhouette a blush.. upon a spine.She'll bargain, with the cosmosa night of words.. unbarredsome sips of red the spirit fleesher ghost.. shut loose inside