Bev Flynn's Blog, page 4
January 23, 2020
Don't Follow Me
Today, the second anniversary of my ringing the gong at St. Mary hospital.. ending my radiation, and declaring me cancer free.. was a series of highs and lows. So I went to walk off my mood on my secret trail in the woods.. and thanked God for his gift of my life. And kept reminding myself.. to stop getting pissed off at the small stuff this day has brought. 
Sensual Space
Summer's golden hands on skina soul.. reworked by odethere's crowprints on the hammockat the white door of the sunto know the truth of steel-wheeled snowflakesrolling up the tender side of a grovejust follow the trail, to the otherworldwhere poets and phantoms.. make love https://t.co/9DHvXx1swu
January 18, 2020
January 16, 2020
Killing Time
While kettles of time slowly boil awayand puddles lay polished, by light of a secret gardenAs winter moves on it's hands and kneestill summer.. crawls aroundI warm my roots, against his wordsAnd where will You.. be found?
January 12, 2020
Inquest
Inquiry Questions that I hold inside:Do lakelet waves.. fear pain?Do snowflakes creak, below the floorboards.. of a cloud of rain?Answers I beseech, from above:Do hearts heal with sunlight?Are souls.. made of love?
January 7, 2020
Winter Weave
the old lawns.. bare and dormanttheir rootsof ice and poetrythe trees, wear wooden frocksand trims of twig.. in herringbone barksecrets, seamed through distanceshe weaves him words, of white lacetheir whispers.. lance the snowflakes
January 4, 2020
Refraction
Oil rainbowsslick and foiledstarkly consecrating streetsThe Writer.. tints his linesas their essence, floats on wateremotion skips on words where it's thicker, in the centerinscribing poetry disguised as artnear the patch.. next to your heart https://t.co/CsvmJMuYyc
January 2, 2020
Commingle
And what if this night, and the ice overflowed?as the sun wrestles over the face of daywe talk to ourselves by starlightwe archers of time, fired deep to the hearta valiant soft soliloquylords over our naked seasonwe gnaw on words, we never choosewe poets.. without reason
January 1, 2020
Will and Grit
I am proud of me today. I pushed through my health issues, beat my slumping mood, and walked in not one, but two parks. First with a wonderful neighbor, the second with my husband. Fibromyalgia and arthritis. Two small words.They will not claim me this day. I will fight their pain and loss of self.. to rise up and be one kick-ass human
