Krisles Floats and Flutters

Sunday, August 9, 2009

EXPLORING PAIN...PLAYING WITH HAIKU

We try very hard To understand each other And really listen; Ice snapping tree twigs Outside rooms where we are warm Brings a chill to most……. While staring at a fire Brings a myriad of sparks Kindling thoughts within. Diving into cold Feels uniquely what it is… Bringing one image; While heat of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 13, 2009

SERIOUSLY

Since several seasons sped so swiftly Sympathy sans serenity softly spread; Silencing several sentences swallowed…. Sorrow sweltered, sinister signs surrounded. Should sometime soon someone summon… Shutting, silencing serious soliloquy, Senses swirling simultaneously, Surrender silently,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 8, 2009

TOUCHED...

Brushing across……then the lightest strokes building up from the top of my foot, landing in my hair…fingers twirling strands, hand splays out then under to cup my head. Like a warm cradle I let my mind float in your hand. My lips feel full, by breasts are tender…. Yearning for lips, that soft and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 23, 2009

MARTINI HAIKU

Perfect Martinis Slide coldly across my tongue Smooth as icy silk The mix of good gin And just a splash of Vermouth With a lemon twist Slides the harshest day Into a soft evening Smoothly changing gears Fancy Martinis Are mixed drinks in the glass… I want the real thing In diamonds…sugar…. Men,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

LISTENING TO DIDO...10 SYLLABLES

Listening to the new Dido cd Her mellow tones pouring out what’s inside The room is dark, with only Christmas lights Yellow, red, blue, pink and green match the mood A glass of bourbon, cats surrounding me With softness to match her sweet velvet voice The drums in the background tune my heartbeat... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 4, 2008

A RE-POST RECOMMENDED BY A FRIEND...

TAPS was so kind in a comment recently....she dug back and found my first post and left this comment: Krisles, This is a wonderful post, and until now (me) no one ever read it and commented. You should repost it. I have found that an awful lot of times the first post of a new blogger is never read... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

PONDERING PLEASURE IN PAIN...IS IT POSSIBLE?

I have a friend who likes a little pain with her lovin’. I’ve never needed that; quite honestly, when pain has accidentally entered the exchange, it has had the opposite effect on me. We’ve talked about this many times….the why, how she and her husband do it, etc. Don’t get the wrong picture here…no... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 14, 2008

MORNING FLIGHTS TO A FANTASY LIFE...9 SYLLABLES PER LINE

Before the day at my desk begins I take a magic drive in the sky With the moon as my glowing set point Or the luscious colors of sunrise I leave my small home before seven And get on the asphault thoroughfare Stepping on my accelerator I drive into the blue stratosphere Driving parallel to the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 8, 2008

A WRITER ONLY HAS THE WORDS...ALL 8'S (SYLLABLES)

I can’t find words to describe it So why do I keep on trying Sifting through the files in my mind Searching for poetic treasures To represent this huge feeling I see a painting on the wall The artist speaks to me clearly Emotions displayed in colors Arias at the opera Speak volumes for their... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 31, 2008

FADED MEMORIES...ALL 7'S (SYLLABLES)

Memories of the old farm When I was just a small child…. Not recalled often enough, Have grown hazy in my mind….. I want to share them again With the kin who will follow…. So when they look at photos Images will mean something…. See that big white house with trees? That is where my grandfolks... Sign in to see full entry.

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