A pair waiting for another, just like that.... for companions on a journey to walk or run together share, yes... but not speak For companions on a journey vocal in silence laden with camaraderie share, yes... but don't speak lest it breaks the spell, my dearie vocal in silence laden with camaraderie they move on, … Continue reading Camaraderie
genes rejig expressions -of beauty already touched -songs already sung -colors splashed on the sky aeons ago nothing’s original except the magician who creates illusions of uniqueness, authenticity, immortalises delicate butterflies, breeds vanity of the swan I feel insecure tipped on points moving on circles whose toes am I stepping on? whose life am I … Continue reading Recycled Glory
Setting: My daughters house, family celebration of the triplets 15th birthday, Brianna, Kayleigh and Devin. Fourteen people seated around the dinner table.
Devin: Are kitchen cabinets made in the factory.
Grandad: They can be made in a factory or custom crafted. Why do you ask.
Mom: Devin’s into carpentry. He made his own bookcase.
Devin: I asked for a table saw for my birthday. Still waiting.
Grandad: Were you manufactured or custom made, Tarrin.
Tarrin: I was custom made of course. Nothing but the best.
Brianna: No you weren’t. Mom and dad adopted you from Sweden:
Tarrin: She’s always saying that just because I’m the only one in the family with blond hair.
Dark hues of midnight blue close in -claustrophobia is a word -for a feeling not actual happening Sometimes… I fly light challenging a kite -kiss horizons visualise worlds unseen -and write Forgive me, blues for all my life -I kept fighting my personal skies https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/21/quadrille-112-the-skys-the-limit-in-44-words/
My response to her questions, as to how thoughts brew into words and words blend the images in our mind,
At times they flow and blend Like water colors on canvas And at times get absorbed Like ink on a blotting paper Thoughts into words And words into thoughts A bustling two way road Short of a steady guard rail Flashing and beeping all way around You see some, you look at some You feel some and you let flow some There’s a spark One from the image or one from the word But there’s always a spark That catches the biggest and brightest fire, Warms the mind, or on occasion, dies stifling.
I enter dark streets engulfed by a fog of undefined feeling -deja vu strikes Have I been here before? Have I smoked a cheap brand exchanged small talk before driving away…. I guess not… but it is a life someone wanted me to lead someone I loved and lost… https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/09/21/what-do-you-see-48-21-september20/