Bev Flynn's Blog, page 9

Wise, and Amorous

When moon is wise, and amorousand words need slowed escapeon paper scraps transparentin the wordyardwhen coded notes of memoryfind dark accelerationyou feel the stars alignall through the wake of time

The Hear.. Before a Bloom

Senses of the dusk at playwhen crafting up a fablea scent, before a word the hear.. before a bloomlost in words I cannot keepa teardrop - writ of silt and loamwhen lost within these petaled curvesthe Poem.. leads me home

Heaven's Stage

Some words push usdeep, through a landscapeto hungry trails that fork, at the hiss of a breezenear a sun, still warm.. from heaven's stagein a spotlight, from some ancient dreamthese open lines, a diaryour freewill.. raw and plainhastenings beneath an acoustic rain

Whispers Wash My Name

Watchingfrom inside myhearth as someone, bled the cloudsglassy are the sleekest beadsas sun creaks through the Aged treesthey bounce to ground, in liquid foldsas whispers - wash my nameI'm layered somewhere in betweenimmersed.. in window-rain

Slant to the Rose

There's slant to therose in her scarlet dreamit's ancient petals, untamedluredbetween it's web of thornsleaves the fragile poet, uncutshe's fallenthrough an empty gardenchanging the race she once rode, so wellthese up-close wordsand slower pacebring coming.. to herself

Altered

Once the heart's been alteredit lies, in beat of a soul-fightthen begs to turn back bonds in timethat final tic - in the clockwork.Just know what's layereddeep in youwhen pulse of midnight humsyou'll feel love's echo.. alter youin the hint, of a double-ringed sun

Noble Fire

Mended - to a fantasyand scenes of noble fireit's fabric, made of poetrysuspended in desirethis wrap around herstorms, yet calmsa shawl - as thick as wordsTwo ghosts conjoined in time as centuries blur

Sink

We sinkin blue reactionand overlap, in atmosphereour words.. pursue the pacesof ancient Roman mileswe lie upon our poems of concealmenttogether - on that isle

Dirt and Words

Longhand, sown to letterboxher fingertips consoled ..in dirt and wordselementsshapedlike old-fashioned claythen offered.. to the worldformedby an old-fashioned girl#EarthDay

Current, Vibe and Love

She walks the grailas olden colorscryto wildernessher thoughts in tangled messlike bedhead, to a trunk.There's something live.. within her pulselike tearsconjoined with sparka welling up of current, vibe and love