Paramour

Paramour  The quickening of desire feeds the flickering fire raising emotions higher The truth of heart required Earn your love-I conspire Your soul, I want acquired Whatever transpires, in your arms I can respire.

Wishes from a Distant Son

Wishes from a Distant Son Mother, grief has stolen your angels – cherubs and seraphs meant to sing your strength and victories aloud. See why you are innocent of your identity. I cannot say you’re brittle for grief to grind into dust, too light to…

Beasts

Maps of discovery carved with claws Boundaries drawn and scratched on skin And within Adventure tasted through teeth Tearing at clothes and what lies beneath Tangled truths gasped unaware A web, a trap Spun from half discarded underwear Patterns etched with firm hands On a…

(Hour 21) 18.30pm-19.30pm. PROMPT: long for

respiration i only have one brother ; i know with some certainly i no longer have a mother either loving or damaged; it’s probable my father too long estranged from us is also particulates of dust blowing in the streets of whatever city he fled…

Prompt 21 ~ Post #21 ~ Peace

I am longing for my son to have peace in his life. As he is suffering from the loss of losing his wife.   I hate to see him hurt. I hate to see him cry and although we prayed I still ask God why….

Listen to your environment

Things talk to us but we have gone deaf to listen to them speak They tell us to be careful, the stone on the road tells us if you hit me you’ll be bruised and most likely fall The puddle of water tells us your…

Longing

I long to find ease. I long to find rest. I long for a lover who’s up to the test. I long for a morning with nothing to do. I long for world wellness and for world peace too!

Longing

I’ve learned not to long for things Not out loud anyway In case it makes the pixies Remember what a sense of humour is And execute some swift response at my expense.   I’ll keep shtum, lips pressed together Heart beating lightly and perhaps I’ll…

(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. PROMPT: light

nothing rhymes with O i’m so over orange — the glow of endless sunset cat’s eyes — burning retinas scorching — red hot coals that can’t be doused      worse still, nothing rhymes with it except for one Welsh mountain & a technical word…