Bev Flynn's Blog, page 35

Synchrony.

Synchrony.Two frequencies... confide.Mercy, in the madnesswithin the heat... of night

Wild, against the words

Poet's voice, will always find herwhispering… to wants, untold.Heartbeat pulsing,wild, against the wordshis gentle... steals her soul

Muse

Hiss of snowflake, March of embers... idly penetrating skin.Dance the storm, to bare the muse... within.

Fragile themes

Poets, speak to things of core... and substanceHandprints. Snowflakes. Souls.At ease, with rare and fragile themesinward... of the poem

Arsonist

Charcoal verse,unstructured asha penciled word... to hiss, of branch.Pure, as a fever's kisspoet... arsonist

Echoed, in the arch.

Water-chimes... and solitudethe peal of letters, breakingechoed, in the arch.To still... a poet's heart

Carry on

Wordpath, phrased by whisperto disappear.. within her calm.Just hush, as time continuesthe world... will carry on

Word... and wing

To find that plane,that match... of echo...continuity.She thrives, by word... and wingpersistence, and a dream

Rasp and scratch

Her whispers fall... on skins of brancheswinter's voice, in rasp and scratch.Ever-seeking love, for heart... to catch

My open letter... to that man, elected to serve

#theresistance