Another Today

Today this I might

 

Feel like that queen

Sea-born

Night-loving

Most desired.

Apparent and unseen

 

I might right now

Feel gold crowned

Illustrious

Lustrous nails

Laughter-loving

Most desired.

 

By even those…

Reverent minds

Persuading

The most inclined

And also the least sharp.

So I’d be

Aphrodite

Encircling it all

Joined to harmony

For life.

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Image...(cannot remember)

Wishing everyone who might drop by and those who never will a very happy new year.
Be good! ;-)

archway

I fall

because that’s what I choose

too late the new voices

came to whisper

that there might be a way out

those voices of the past

remain in this corridor

my own archway

looking out

into a dry dreary garden

I fall in and out

for not being perfect

that much I know

but see

 I am able to imagine

there are flowers and butterflies, instead

despite my willing to rather stay

in this duct.

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windswept in grandeur by Charlie Trotman

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Posting for Free Write Friday

And Adding some contrast at d'verse

:-)

no star

it’s getting more and more lonely

this December night,

lost childhood
and weary elves

which no longer occur

no more kisses under mistletoe

my courage trembling

at my temples,

my chest getting impatient

like my  thighs

wonderful neglected verbs

longing  to emplore

somewhere to grasp

my new miracle

my axiom

or just a manger…

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“Sandcastles" from "Whispers" series by dorina costras

Posted for d'verse

not the end

Don’t you go
.

Don’t
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There ‘s still some tune

 In my head
.

All by itself

Humming

While I try to enjoy

This moment of the end

Of exhaustion.

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Image credit
Abstract Transitions Panel 4, by Cameron Gray


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On the Tip of My Tongue

Lost it

T' was heartfelt 

Of course 

And I had written it so briefly and clearly

In my mind 

It wasn’t about the stars or the moon 

That blah blah blah

No

Nor was it about me and you

Or you

Or me

Or Him

Was not about that stuff

which tries to bother me

All the time

Day after day 

Night after night

It was more about ...

It was better than that 

But I lost it

Shame

In the sack.

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My Sack

It’s this moment I feel

So perfect now, as a relief

Now here and so quickly, already gone

Together with all that’s past

And so belongs in the sack of my memories

So good there is a hole

Which lets a few now and then abscond

And so the weight lessens

Hands open allowing balloons vanish

Up into that place with the air

Who knows where.

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Royal Self by Antaratma Images

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