C.C.

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.

Cry. Demand if you must, need is a single reason taken like snuff and never viewed for beauty. Taken in through threads of blood; the crude assessment is not understood. Tears make more of what is felt within If it cannot be restored by touch. Gentle feelings slip from one’s perception, if secured... Sign in to see full entry.

The musician. He looked at his hands. His thoughts were like curls. They had to be pulled and straightened over and over and then as each became taunt there was a snap and all changed. Bunched and knotted the energy fused into changing images. The frightening part was reality It flashed far from his... Sign in to see full entry.

Choice The force that springs from each discovery is bound to please momentarily. Although it leaves no lasting evidence of joy, it may open the path to a shimmering way beyond the immediate consciousness. Here radiance as bright as sunshine glows and all is possible. When reaching far beyond the... Sign in to see full entry.

Goodbye Sweetheart You are trying to pull me aboard it is a feeling I could rest in your arms but is it wise you should know me I have many wounds most will take hours of healing My advice would wisely state simply let me be. The fascination for the wounded lies in a woman’s heart Well stamp on my... Sign in to see full entry.

She was She was the whisperer of unspoken promises. She was reaching for forbidden boundaries Her imprint warm, suggesting gentle wishes Her words creating the image that was She. Playing the dark emotive role submissively offering apologies for being. Although her summonsing was finer than the... Sign in to see full entry.

Poem. So you sing in the clear waters of scented showering' remembering the rise and fall of a lover seeking gratification. Another trickle of thought upon the amassed flower strewn recollection. The spear rises in an arc and falls into the soft flesh of the quivering fawn. This is the nature of all... Sign in to see full entry.

Psychological paper shop caper. I did intend out of morbid curiosity to jokingly express the reason for the touch. It was to evaluate the intriguing chemistry of nostalgic contacts. I wondered if there was anything left to finalise? She was selected, because a frosty atmosphere, lingered. This is... Sign in to see full entry.

The scene the kitchen of the two bed council house. Ethel is Mikey’s ex I do not know what Mam’s name is but they call her Fred. Her two daughters Sally is married to Harry. Janey, well she. is modern. Sally. Don’t rush of Mikey, Mam is coming down stairs I can hear her boots. Try and chat her up a... Sign in to see full entry.