Bev Flynn's Blog, page 25

Sworn revisiting

Ever felt,an unpredicted reach?And in, that sworn revisiting ... you learn.A quickening, of comfort and constancy.Returning validation... to your words

Theatre, and phase

She'd beenthrough states... of beingperforming, to her craftcasting words... without a motivetheatre, and phase.Turned inside... by scope, and wantshe learned to shield her heartuntil that urge, did fade

from the inside

Tonight... I'm keen a rolling-stone,as wind thrustsmemoriesround my mind.Time, and overmakes me bold,to let them come alive.Tonight... it's safeI'll face them, from the inside

Encased

Air, beneath a shell-iceI breathe... within the fold though withdrawnI work, to phrase my candor.Encased with words ... I'm never alone

#poetlife

Phrasing, at window's edgeromanced...by an orchid in snowfall#poetlife

Playdown

Playdown, of a memoryit's imprint... well-definedit's rawnessblurs... with time.It's shadow, mates... at darkwith the warfront, of my heart

ground... in truth

Living plain ...yet craving flightI long to chase, in imitation.Simulation status:I'm ground... in truthand that's what matters

cache

Which way,taunts my cache of words... tonightabundance, or deficiency.They manifest, then opt... for reasonabstract, by degrees

Flecks, of Twenty-six

Flecks, of Twenty-sixyour poetry... your creeddrafting verse, interiorit resonates... of life like thunder, to the cloud.Outside, in the streetsyour letters... burn in sound

you're heard

Words of virtuewhited-bearingsettle... like a poem.I feel your cautionat my panesweet visitant... of odemy soul, is well awareyou're heard... within a snow