Bev Flynn's Blog, page 7

Rewind

Back then,she'd sort and wonderjust what her soul was made ofgraphite, tears.. or marblesoil, bones.. or timeNow pulled back on the real world stageshe has too many irons in the fire..she has no time to surface, or to phraseor reconnect her path with her desires

Grounded

as colorants and undertones change handsthere's me.. who clasps at disappearing heati'm rooted in the berries, stained by sunrejecting grooves of somber snows aheadcaught amid an Equinoxi write into the middlebetween the split.. i've fallenin the lonely burst of autumn https://www.instagram.com/p/B2xHTEnls...

Hum

Colonies.. and poetrya buzz of verse, and sentiment their hum has weightwhen message, softgets whispered through.. from cloudsshe's touched by words, like lightningfrom a phrase that seals the lovesome nights..you are all she's thinking of

Fadeaway

She tried to sketch a passageusing word.. and trees, in forteto make her view immortala moment fixed - to hold the colors Rainstillwithin those lines she recognized a compass spins the seasonsknowing agewill one day fade her sentiment to sepia...

Shinrin-Yoku

You know to change perspectivewhen there's lackingin dimension your will - in need of healing your soul.. in need of riskon nights we need remembrancesome treetalk, stirs the sensesto bring us to the feel.. inside the kiss#shinrinyoku

Corner Piece Poem

There was no way of telling that her ache to write.. was raginga roar of pulse, inside her wristlike rain flows up from roother searchto rouse expressionenshrined, beneath the fleshwhat words does she own that have not already been said?#fromoneline Today's wordplay was created from a cool prompt on Twitter I found this afternoon. When my days begin to blur.. and the words get stuck inside between my wrist and knuckle. When I'm sure I will Never, ever think I'll be able to create another corn...

Collaborative

ProfessionWe shout our wordsupon the brinethey vaporize, in hiss of tidea whispered spray like sea smokegoes falling on a shiverour visions hid in tie dye foam that filters through a lifted wavethe current, fighting what we wish to sendIt's hard.. speaking into the wind

Wordscraps

#fromonelineI have borrowed words from youtheir shade of coldstone slatetheir temper.. morphed and filteredtheir scent.. of holy rainthey've seared the soul beneath my fleshlike sentrys.. said to guide the sun's deflectionI thrive, in their reflection

Dread

I feel the jagged edge of autumn press it's line a drawing closerfingertips bleed beneathfrom slit of skin to ragged leafGoodbye.. summer's tarnishyour rusty sun has kept my soul aliveoverlapping seasons, now intangibleyour abstract clench of heat is where I thrive

Revival

Spied.. within the senescence:a contoured heart, in parallelit beats within the flickers of an overlapping sunspotI hear it's words that rustleto the fancied hiss, of a gas lantern sunthe Grove.. sustains my peaceam I the only one?