Bev Flynn's Blog, page 26

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

tread

Poet... treading watermulling,on this fragile game (of life).Waitingon a happenstance...while tossing coins (on ice). Poet streetlife.Today's miles of morning musing, after receiving my next to last radiation treatment.

cedar-scented

Within the vale, of forestsome of us...are in a knowing.Hungered after words, are cedar-scentedwe wait for love...to be invented

Payment

Rise and fall descent,into a field, of solacea mending... of a soulis payment, for the sinner.Bonfires, lit from past emotionchilled by judgment... of a winter

shatter... on a pane

Teardrop, to a landing placeit's shatter... on a panetamped-down words,that once, expressed ...a chance.You feel, that timenow seeks it's refuge,separate, from your soulthe burn... of vulnerable

offstage

A Poet leads... by shadowa standby, of a different fatethe maker, of affectionwith methods... to confide.An understudy dreamerin rhythms, whisperedintimate... to namesituated privately, offstage

The burn... of vulnerable

These are days of rays, racing thoughts... and disconnected words.Robes of white, smiles brave, and laying prone, in prayer. Press repeat, then count the beeps... upon a morning breastboard.Day 12 of radiation treatments... my spirit in a mixture. My physical... is adapting well. My mind... is feeling somewhat off, separated, from my soul.The burn... of vulnerable.I'm physically feeling strong, and holding onto faith and gratitude, that this cancer is showing me how to know amazement... in th...

word machine

Hooded, in a veil of dullI want to write... originalopened, from my limitsto hack this word machine.I spit, into the hatthat once was worn ...by every poet.Tipping notions, by degreesto seek,a metamorphosis... in me

a come to

we all desirea tint... of fatea shuffling, of our colorsinside, a prophecya maximum...a come toa grandeur point, in timeto always be, rememberedthat fantasy... deviseda kiss of immortality... defined#poembehindthesun #poetryhub #wordtouch #poetrysavedme #igpoetry #poetryhub #wordtouch #words #wordsinthenight #wordsoflight #poems #poetrysavedme #igpoetry #poetryhub #feel #igpoetry #igwriters #igpoet #wordmotifsandwaterlines #bevflynn0331 #newbookunveiling #bevflynnpoetry

invasions

Wildfire invasionswhen sugar-snow emotions burn...without a whisper spoke.We're all just prophetsasheswordscompounded... in the smoke