C.C.

The voice The voice said I will make you a woman The sun sank low; the night grew small I thought about this and whispered,” If you can.” I did not want to think about it at all. I knew they only thought about blue seas Or sacrificing their lives for a whisper Exchanging a hundred camels for two... Sign in to see full entry.

Dream Woman. Suddenly I saw the woman in the large pink hat. She looked thoughtful as she stared at me I hope that I was in my invisible mode To make sure I sought cover amongst the shoppers. She was a noticeable beauty, her long hair knotted almost roughly as though an unruly lover had disturbed a... Sign in to see full entry.

Safe. I feel it may be safe to dream With skies a bright subconscious blue. The kitchen kettle sings through steam Neighbors have names and hopes ring true. I have love’s color in my youthful eyes. There is a sweetness in these days. Deep within in each gentle moment lies a bright imprinted blossom... Sign in to see full entry.

The thought of it. I am sure there will be a reasonable explanation I keep waiting for you to come through the mist. I hold flowers thoughtfully, resisting the temptation that tempts me to think of things I cannot resist. I cannot remember when I made this decision Perhaps it was a sunny day, maybe... Sign in to see full entry.

One Time In my dream it was always the same summer We ran down over the soft green meadow Always the same pink cotton dress And then all vanished into a distant glow. I should have held her hand it was always warm I was not wise when it came to dealing with this. Cruel thoughts decreed no challenge... Sign in to see full entry.

Last delivery. Against hot coals, the polished oven glows. The three ladies assume the usual roles. Glancing at each other as the cat sprawls indulgently on a crocheted cushion Outside there are pink roses I remember. They drape a small chicken run Here hens endeavour to search amongst shadows.... Sign in to see full entry.

Goodbye Jane. I owe you some kind of adoration. I know that you will remain not necessarily as perfection. Nothing is truly pure You were reasonable One should not ask for more I watch your haunting reflection The sun shins, an image glows without direction. This obsessive ploy of nature must be... Sign in to see full entry.

Fortune From finger to finger and a look that existed in the first woman Hands of creation and eyes that would always remain a memory. How from the peeling of stockings and the painting of lips The wonder began as emotion stripped imagination asunder. If one moved on before anything of importance... Sign in to see full entry.

One time It is it like the bright corn, the silk of horses, the soft cough, bruised kisses under the moon the music over the froth of loving. Sometimes it passes through whispers into the possession of fantasy, where ideas that formed could only be threaded by lovers. To the ache that was filtered... Sign in to see full entry.

She whom. She whom I carried in my mind in crimson. Became as cold as winter sunshine. Once her lips were brighter than red wine. Although all fades in time. I tried to call the colour of her daughter I watched the corn turned yellow in the sun Golden thoughts made hair we would have spun. Had love... Sign in to see full entry.