Bev Flynn's Blog, page 6
November 5, 2019
Silhouettes of Armor
Days I'm feeling child oldI tremor, in the changingI keep things in.. protectivelybeneath my breast - a vaultI write on leaves like stationaryweightless words, that holdand all those dreams I'll never speak to?sacredlyholdhostage ..in my soul
November 4, 2019
Winter stung
Dopings of wine.. and transcend
ence, on a railway of pain through the seasons. This rapid drop in temperature, creates a rapid drop in my being. Spasms in my breathing. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia early this year. Adding to this gift of arthritic bones.When the summer hands off the baton.. my spirit sinks, along with my mobility. Hurts to write. Hurts to breathe. Hurts to be. Hurts to exist. Hurts to smile. But this.. is my final winter to be spent in this mid eastern state!This spring, I'm southern bound.. on a golden...state!Thisbones.Whensrc="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d3...,
ence, on a railway of pain through the seasons. This rapid drop in temperature, creates a rapid drop in my being. Spasms in my breathing. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia early this year. Adding to this gift of arthritic bones.When the summer hands off the baton.. my spirit sinks, along with my mobility. Hurts to write. Hurts to breathe. Hurts to be. Hurts to exist. Hurts to smile. But this.. is my final winter to be spent in this mid eastern state!This spring, I'm southern bound.. on a golden...state!Thisbones.Whensrc="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d3...,
Sun Tremors
the sun in my hairit's pulse at my rootsand words... to seed my soulsome treetalk soundsthat certain touch of gracei'm just a small town versionof destiny's rewordingthese things, I'm raw in needingthey're what keeps me.. believing
October 28, 2019
Limits
to be just like the galant Leafthese churning wings.. of knowingto shred the compassshatter roles their letting go of physical arrangementunraveling aloud to where all risks and fates.. agreei wish, that could be me
October 26, 2019
Telegraph
Spider silk and poetrya slow roll down a seama wire of her identitya bridge.. of telegraph dreamsconcealed by wrist.. a stolen pulsethat writes when she's unheardshe rends her soul to the feelingsshe bends herself, to the words https://t.co/y0iPhKDMRy
October 15, 2019
Hung by a Thread
Some Poems are reliant..on the sentience of others a hint of open accessforms a coupling to the soulthe outlines of these letteringscan soften up the edges of your seamsSome Poems work dependent.. stitched to someone else's dreams
October 14, 2019
Replenishment
doorways in the evergreens our type, by glint of portalour history.. holds openness an evidential psalmwhen moon runs palewhen language.. failsthe palm of someone visible, will calllisten thereI'll always catch you in that light of awe#vsspoem
October 8, 2019
Swear it
On Potions pondthere forms an Oaththat's etched, upon the treestines of letters.. edged to barkupon a curtain of leavesfound by those, whose heart pursuesit's meaning lies beneath an inky dawnwon by those who stayed open to chancetheir luck.. in the words that were drawn https://t.co/2mlj81svly
The Use of Reason
brass ambrosia dripped from moonher echoes barter, to be heardprudence.. in the scent of her wordsher candid wish, of just one night to Lose.. the use of reasonshe's sate within a languid dreamdelivered.. in the place of in betweens
