Bev Flynn's Blog, page 17

Plainness

I shell, within myselfas Language.. veils my plainnesswords, disguised in poemfrom kissed, misspoken themes.I've bordered on that humhow love, flows over timeand safe.. feels likea rain release.I'll wish, upon the duskfor hearts.. that seek

Lifeline

Pretender

Often days.. she's reelingin a soul, that holds no ordera snowbird.. spent in roots or a cloud, beneath the water.Yet somedays..she's the ultimate pretenderdancingin a tick, of white surrender

Lemon-shade

When soft.. feels like a targetI hide, in shadow's soundsafe, within this lemon-shadea passenger.. of change.Altered, in the aftermath I can't walk back, through time-lapse doors to what I was... before

Apparitions

I owe, a force around meI'm unfit.. to professwhere debt, had it's beginningand words fell, in between.I trust the sighs, of universeand Apparitions, on a limb the closer the touch...the nearer the language is

Scant

Days, your soul, feels small the scant..before a thunderstorm.Tonight, your voice gets carriedon lightning, and a quiver you hum.. within the silver

Triad

Featureless, and leaden when unforced mindkeeps watch... insidewhen words, just won't proceed.A tipping point.. of balance that catch of breath a teasing kiss releasea triad poem... freed

Diner en Blanc Virgins

First time shy at Diner en Blanc. From el, to City Hall... a brilliant night, echoed in white.

Shell of a poem

The shell of a poem... silencedit's rattle, almost shya word remains, of human.You pluck it's breezeof residual lines, and bonesthen plant... your cornerstone#amwriting

Leaden, are the words

She's confident, in shadowor shades.. of weightless tarnish.Labeled once.. as careless "an excess, of expression"she's shunned the rules, the rotea disregard.. of mission. For leaden,are the words of those... who listened