Bev Flynn's Blog, page 38

Tangled locks, of blue

Phantom sigh, of winterwhiteshe wearsa poet gown, of snow.Windswept tressestangled locks, of blueher spiritmelts the reticence, of you

How poets... dream Christmas

angled rhythm

Dreamer wakes, to canted wordsthe poet, gently stirs... her sleep.His face… unknownhis touch… envisioned,verse caress, in angled rhythm

Where poets haunt

Longing acheto whisper words…into his soul. To say it slow.She hides,where poets haunthis verse... unties her want

Human tilt

Human tilt, of consciousnessimplicitlythey pulse.. as one.His rhythm, trembles skinher restless heartbeat... his

winter's patience

Tender prose, she offers himimmortal invitation.He'll find her hereshe leans, and lingersin... a winter's patience

verse, and rime

Poet effervescencethey pen, within a sphereof verse, and rime.Like ink that flows, to veina surge, of wintertide

escaping

Make believeof foiled leafwhere poets.. come to life.You'll find her here, escapingon a gilded cloud... of write

Necessity

She lives, with a necessitya word transferencemirrored, in the now.He senses, her proximitygently... calling out

Scarf bombing

Spreading warmth downtown... in the city of brotherly love, with "Operation: Warm Up PhillyPay It Forward... volunteer. 'Tis the season