Could talk for lengthsabout manifolds,hydraulics – handsstained with grease And when I offeredcarefully manicuredheart, spoke wordsof togetherness Silence engulfed himducking beneath hoodwrench twisting –relationship vanished (Image mine)
Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Invisibility is undesirableI am flesh cravingin a touchless world A voice yearningto be heard, a heart to listen – compassion growing cold. This sideof the table intolerablehow long will we continue Till the rage in me ignitessets your paper walls aflameand will you even notice? (For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: feature image is prompt.)
It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Girls are lucky: just need to find the right man –looked after for life.Advice from a teenaged brother. Right! I yell back, fifty years later.It was all a vacation –raising the children on my ownlooking for God in the midst of chaospartners with wandering eyesor absent…always absent…still waiting for that “looking after” And how did […]
Love as escapadefails to gain respectWe crave commitmenthave long term dreamsbut negative encountersshatter perspectivesso we take empty riskssettle for fleeting thrills. (Image my own)
He polishes chromewhile she shuffles Tarot Luck temporarily suspended by edicts Life in limbo highlightsthe chasm – incommunicado They maintain distancechoking on tension Define this as home… (Image mine)
Happiness, he says,is your responsibilityand then… If you love me enough…If you showed more appreciation…If you lost a little weight… and… Clearly, not my problem. Really? Is it always just me? (For Reena’s Exploration challenge #151: Is it always me? Image mine)
Are you happy? The question hits my gut, slingshots down the hall deadends at optimism Of course, I respond. What else can I say… Sure life needs tweaking… I am learning to be better… I can make this work… Why? What do see? Thoughts unspoken but the bell has been rung… (For Reena’s Exploration challenge: […]
He was night dark, ruminated over death and loss and injustice Don McLean on repeat I was sunshine yellow joy of living optimism on steroids Dancing Queen If opposites attract then we were magnets lured by the mystery One Way or Another When night meets day colours explode light breaks black Shame, Shame, Shame (For […]