04t06t04 Pink Model. I saw the woman in the pink hat. She looked thoughtful and was looking towards me. I stopped, hoping that I was in my invisible mode. I turned and crept back to my stiff reeds. Irrationally I would have liked to paddle, splash back up to the cold consequences. I could have... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
The Conscience Bearer.
The Conscience Bearer. So I said to my conscience bearer I have a task for you. So he replied you have bitten off more than you could chew. You can travel and assess dreams and bring comfort I explained, I am not as good at that as I thought.. Well he sighed you let me keep your conscience which is... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Magpie
Magpie. Sometimes situations that appeared harmless, stir uneasily in black and white. Pets pleased momentarily, a wild rabbit caged and eventually set free. It was not being looked after properly. One cannot quite understand what mix of childhood chemistry blurred the compassion needed to own a... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Whispers A whisper crept through the time lock ‘Relax be as a shadow by my side. Think of life as broth we are the stock Let our juices run and fill the void.’ ‘Do you think this is time?’ I asked. I stirred in the vastness. ‘In smears,’ was the reply. ‘Like the morning after your heart was full and... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Photo
Photo. With more sweetness do I feel this sweet intent Wondering as one has wondered so before Counting the shades of wonder that is spent To form one shadow with the need for more. Touched those lips it took a moon of light Felt that breath so warm upon my cheek. Paid for in time and things to be... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Birds of a feather
Birds of a feather. She approached me and I felt like eating crow. Her hair was shiny. I could feel it glow. I held a small round circle as she spoke I knew that she was not like other folk. The circle marked my spirit’s broken wing. I knew her smile could break through anything. I knew I’d pulled... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Petals.
P e t a l s. I can see you as petals As yet you do not come together You swirl in little pieces of memory. A broken doll moving forever deeper into obscurity. How does one reach without pain when selected moments hold this that one needs to find and retain? How does one reshape and mould these... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
When Shirt-tails’ wearily define low resistance And move as a part of blissful thought.. One hears the calculating whisper and takes a stance rubbing against the order of all admirable sport. Where has one been? It was the great deception. Time bites, but one is unaware of tiny nibbles. They... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Naughty Words
naughty words It is hard to whisper of a lacy rolling moment. Without using words that I know you do not use. So I’ll simply change down a gear for this event, and search through a little mischief for some clues. I round up all the nice words that know their place and station. They trot along like... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sides
An ordinary Woman in the Super Market She was just an ordinary woman, but I could not let it be. Sometimes one feels the need to wonder if this is true. Her hair seemed softer and her face a timeless mystery. I could see rings upon her fingers and of course I knew I should be careful, she had a... Sign in to see full entry.