Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Rings me every timehe’s in town – Tumbleweed, I call him –a man I love to hate He tints my normalcywith neon rushes, flames of screaming lust – I’m better of without himwish he’d lose my number…well…maybe after next time. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own. Piece is purely fiction, I promise)
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Beneath the willowa young woman dreamsHarlequin romancein hand – portrait ofstormy-eyed perfection Innocence luxuriatesin spicy dreams, awaitslove’s sweeping encounter –hormones not yet bearingthe bruises of disappointment. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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“I’d like to get you know more,”he said, pulling up a chairmet with stunned silence “Truly,” he prodded, “I feelas if we’ve drifted apart,and I’ve ignored us.” I might have said “No kidding”but hope swelled with his wordsand I blurted: “Ask away.” So he listened,as he had that first nightwhen tipsy and enamoured We’d stumbled […]
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I was the sunyou the moontill she cameand somehowyou believedin the syzygyof three – Were we sheepthe earth womanand I, acceptingshoddy alibishearts eclipsedminds sealed bylunacy of desire? (Image my own)
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If paper beats rockI win every time Never mind steely armsyour mineral disposition Nor that I tear easily – inkblotting carefully plotted lines I wrap myself around yourender you powerless…. ….ah, love. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Captivated by bridgesconnection previouslyassumed impossible A grandchild’s lovethe loyalty of a dogthe kinship of writers I watch life pass byflash on sorrow, tillbridges restore peace. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
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Let’s chat! Seldom an invitationto friendly repartee Voices will risefoment latent resentment Where’s the purpose in that? I already bear the marksof vile contempt, soul-etchedin permanent ink. Let’s chat?I’d rather not. (Image my own.)
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Words are not my ownwits hapless That rendezvous with the devil sealed it – Free will for loveI’d bargained Ache of lonelinesstoo much to bear – Now I’m just a puppetventriloquist’s dummy Ask a questionwatch him work my strings. (Image my own.)
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Do not apologizethe fault lies not with you Love, while lauded for its cures,is not always compensation for a life of turmoil –I know you loved her Watched as you let your dreams slideheart wringing with your own sorrow There was just something about hermen lined up to grasp… to make her What? Theirs? Happy?It […]
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Mother hoverslike a dragonflyher helicopterexpectationsslice throughmy endeavours I am an unsung noteset on rotatewaiting for an openingto flee the slaughter. (Image my own.)
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