Bev Flynn's Blog, page 2

Circling

In the dark of disappointmentI find my soul at odds.. in borrowed timeI seek to find my permanence in markers, made of bladesI'm searching for a newly-minted languagethat makes amends for sins that I've atonedI write.. to find acceptance of my own

Quarantined Winds

I tilt my face into the eye of this bold and angry tempestI look for my moral tale in the stormthe rain.. engineering my wordsMy end is yet unknown, as yetflowing stagnant in the squallI'll write to the sound of my soul twisting roundin this apexof a life.. I can't recall *as I write this.. we under a tornado warning in my area. Another twist to this unknown quarantine sentience.The gods of fate are not appeased.. by the people who put themselves before their humanity. I fear the greed and...

BLUR

Are you coming to terms with the memory, as secondsdefineand embed?In the way you adjust to the sourness of dustwhile moving ideas in your head?Are you standing behind this forgotten timeas days filter over, unseen?Is our past still to comeas we're stuck in this dream?

Let Loose

Tethered in this tack of timewhile hanging on a webshe unhooks this intrusion..her life, differed by invisible harmsHer fingers count the pulsebeatson wrists.. of contradictory passionscraving space supine ..or a reset in time

Quarantine

I dreamt we were free to escape our boundsand got lost in a story, untamedsurrounded by jungle magnolias upturnedas we clung.. to the trapezeHanging on hope, in incrementsferal.. from words of predictionwe're waging when fears will adjournand we're free again, to just be

Holding on to Each Other's Hands

We've hit the brakesa live diminishturning inwards.. into one dimensionovernight, the globe has curbed it's rollBut still, I hold unbridled hopefor reborn lives and soulsto face this fight and rise as oneour testament to mortals, as a whole#NationalPoetryDay

Quarantined as a Species

The days flow through a filter of breaking news bites, phone alerts.. and solitude. We are in a pandemic.. the likes of what no one in history has seen before, undefined and risky.Coronavirus. Covid_19. Social Distancing has become the norm in 7 days. In one week's time, I no longer can visit my two adult children, except for allowing a 6 foot distance of time and air. Our house went live on the market for sale.. exactly one week ago today.This week's reality: we wipe down every handle,...

The Dance Behind Closed Eyes

I had a dream, of getting back to learning from the skywhile held within these totaled walls of reinmy hand reached thru a hole in the ceilingto pull out the meaning of whyOur words become adaptions as our hearts hum to the hoursjust know, we are for keepsand you are mine

Navigation

Our strength is a thin continuous streamthere's crossroad.. at the gate aheadwe'll pass through this eye of the needleand draw in this intricate thread#inspiration #coronavirus #Covid_19

Words To Water

Heated scents of printed paperthin with passionripe.. with lovelie seared against the topside of a cloudas words of soft sinceritycourse on through every current that we trustas scalding greenleaves river-winding poems.. filled with us