C.C.

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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Last delivery

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.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Goodbye Jane.

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.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Fortune

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.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

One Time

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.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

She whom

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.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Cry

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.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Musician

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.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Take your choice.

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.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Goodbye Sweetheart.

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.

Monday, January 10, 2011

She

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.

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