Bev Flynn's Blog, page 20

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She lieswithin a field a flatness, to her verseshe exhales.. bitter coolcelestial, her prose.Her recipeof Stars, en massesome pain, and buttercupspoetry...means living free, or die.It's how her words.. survive

Tears.. of poetry

The cool of language, dripping elasticcadencestretched, like string.A bend of versea supple pull, by word.Tears.. of poetry

Reincarnate

Reincarnate skiesI'll catch up... to the cloudsmy veins, will turn to branches my ashes burned, to roots of tree.I'll rise to give you sentry, lovethe day the life collector... comes for me

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Let yourself belong

Days of stray distract on a diversionary rail,a bleed of nightshade, on the water.Let yourself belong... to someone else.A trusted change of focus, makes you softer

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Days of stray distract on a diversionary rail,a bleed of nightshade, on the water.Let yourself belong... to someone else.A trusted change of focus, makes you softer

The first Mother's Day without your mother...

The first Mother's Day without your mother... surely must be the hardest.It's been less than two months since my mother's peaceful passing.I was blessed to have her with me to celebrate her life for all her 98 years.No cards exchanged tomorrow, no gift of conversation... but I've a pure peace... knowing she is now energy and light, existing as love on the other side.I feel you're still with us, mom. Our guardian angel. The signs are with us everywhere.A complicated, conflicted day of emotion....

Aboard

Still life, of a motionwe lie in wait... existentas weeds, grow through the floor.We dream a fate, of alternate and ache... to crawl aboard

Raw

Wanderlust.A call... so superficial.She swallows down, it's sound, again.She's raw... beyond the Whistle.

Deja vu

I felt the touch, of memory todaya cross of paths, againyour scare.. ran through my fingertips.Deja vuI felt the catch... of youour hands, again entwinedthey once, were laced in time