“Your iron is low, oh so low, just take this supplement, it will help the tempo because you’re not losing… Read more anti-bio resistance
Author: saynotoclowns
Devastated by WP talent on a daily basis, I'm grateful for the connection and the inspiration and just having some gosh darn fun with a creative outlet. If only there were more time...
it’s time to sleep
the reckoning and the reasoning and the ripening and then the sneezing the forces unmeasured in the revolt and then… Read more it’s time to sleep
He was on his knees rowing around her, tears pleading, she floating, her lips silently moving composing her symphony and… Read more
pep talk to myself
It’s cold but I ate some ice cream, coffee covered ice cream, and had a memory of the way we… Read more pep talk to myself
(How perfect you are, o purveyor of artist’s soundless voice to express my utter bewilderment at humans’ flailing choice- s…)… Read more
how to remove creepers (spelled s-c-a-m-m-e-r-s)
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skein
And while she was clawing out the sub conscious ponderings on definition a, b or c of her defeated-ness, she… Read more skein
Sad News
Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
It is with deep regret that I to have to announce the sudden passing of my…
the “dream” (revisited)
So, um last night I had a dream, about two bunnies… and a tree. A very lonely tree.
“it doesn’t matter where we’re from, music brings us together…”
We had the chance to see this extraordinary film today – the Song Keepers. So gorgeously produced, it covers the… Read more “it doesn’t matter where we’re from, music brings us together…”
POETRY FROM THE LADIES
Originally posted on VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF:
My dear friends, I have today for your delectation something rather special. It struck me how…
she dreamt whispering…
harps in the desert. She bled the ache for unplayed notes on the horizon. She tremored between here and there,… Read more she dreamt whispering…
No One is Around, pt 1 of 2
“Can we just lie here for a moment? She knows what to do and it’s so much easier to make… Read more No One is Around, pt 1 of 2
Safer Ground, pt 2
no one is around (part one) She didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t she saying anything? But she had. She just… Read more Safer Ground, pt 2
map
Her breath pliable, she crouched down in that corner, the one that didn’t fit like a glove. Her movements were… Read more map
It’s funny, isn’t it…
the way we nod with our eyes but disagree with the size of an unspoken epiphany and all the snips… Read more It’s funny, isn’t it…
the aching sweetness of pierce…
in childhood. Those tears – crystallised in hovered cadence, unspoken epiphanies’ radiance, beyond the reckoning, the reasoning of fractured eyes… Read more the aching sweetness of pierce…
ineffable
I can’t find the font my mind is speaking in. And then the magpie sang.
you are not alone
Summer stretches out the viscous my mind’s pushing through, enticing me, to take a dive down into the undulating clarity… Read more you are not alone
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Christine is known for her writing prompt challenges on her blog Brave and Reckless. She will…
let’s try breathing
passing around these truths like hot potatoes coming aground on sooths from tenured sayers, this chartered territory is predictable… Read more let’s try breathing
ALP
So after FFP and I figured out how to share this, because I am a bit share illiterate, and we… Read more ALP
title? but I’m trying to restrain myself
Life, its cruise, untils and snooze and streams of semi-consciousness, time and ruse and bills and flus and beams of… Read more title? but I’m trying to restrain myself
the trash man cometh!
calls out my mind as dawn dries briny eyes. O pry not this dream from me! Featured image:… Read more the trash man cometh!
the tears, like that sky, were blue,
balmed in a constant, gentle stream. Filled with achingly quiet strength, healing purpose. Vibrating with the tenor of a generation. He… Read more the tears, like that sky, were blue,
something (revisited)
I need a moment, a moment measured only in light years, the oracular thread through centuries and non, encaptured, enraptured… Read more something (revisited)
friendship (revisited)
Friendship is simple. It’s also complex, but let’s ignore that. It can be what we want it to be. Well, sometimes.… Read more friendship (revisited)
ichor (revisited)
Petrichoric bliss enchants droughted inhale. Drenched by Red of sword’s chords. *the sword of the centurion who… Read more ichor (revisited)
what are the words for mothers’ day? (revisited as a Christmas meditation)
a day that’s already bled in (365 times Hallmark) to our psyches’ movement through mountained plains perpetual translating of the countenanced refrains… Read more what are the words for mothers’ day? (revisited as a Christmas meditation)
agapanthus globe
Inverted in space, suspended in the north with a southerly persuasion, my heart grown in two, homes. Bejewelled… Read more agapanthus globe
I will never sleep again
So the thing is, I am in a dilemma. I know, just one dilemma seems like I am bragging about… Read more I will never sleep again
a breath
the ache in the space underneath notes of healing before their gentle fall onto lifetimes of history’s crawl sounds of heaven… Read more a breath
Center of Night
Originally posted on Kindra M. Austin:
I remember everything, a curse in center of night, when cat stares through me, and clock…
meditation (revisited)
There, in the eye, Love’s figure, fissured by colours cryptic, satiating, whispered Wisdom – the Calm under millennia, reaching out,… Read more meditation (revisited)
Assiduous Respiratory Therapy
She drew back the curtains with all the care that wasn’t in the world. It was the only way she knew… Read more Assiduous Respiratory Therapy
Rs not minding Ps and Qs
pensivity pilots pain postulations quickening quirky quaking quarrels revolving round reforming restitutive recourses streaming sanguine symbols solidifying recidivist’s regaling… Read more Rs not minding Ps and Qs
wordless poem
I am doing the b and w photo challenge on Facebook and this was the photo I used for… Read more wordless poem
Dismember the 5th, 1971
flow and ebb lyrics’ webb unseen scales empty trails of light unburst municipal thirst for meaningful muse the clowns left… Read more Dismember the 5th, 1971
with…
outstretched heart I catch the evening as it floats in, on peppered bird song and the undulating breeze, salted- … Read more with…
Let Me Bring You Love
Originally posted on Jerry Brotherton:
Let me bring you love from a meadow’s velvet floor; where the grass ripples from a…
these…
harmonies pierce with an arching linger from those past knowings we haven’t spent forming familiar sounds, floating on to hushed hearts in… Read more these…
what depths…
do we plumb with our layers of numb? definitions we seek and the rhymings we tweak existentially freeze framed… Read more what depths…
tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…
on her owl backpack, “Doctor Vanessa, she does have blood in her wing so she’ll be fine. But there’s no… Read more tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…
Unheard Incantations: A Collaborative Poem
Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
The words we cannot say Will be wept Into silence between us (CER) Breathe deep, dear…
Finally…
she nourished that patch with those flammable tears, from jagged tears and all that bares, streaming arrears the chanting of… Read more Finally…
pilgrim
Now the dune crescendoed right in front of her. Had she climbed it? What side was she on? Did it… Read more pilgrim
charming rabbits
Leaning on the picket fence, (because, they ARE so comfortable) my mind handed myself a cup of tea, the one… Read more charming rabbits
in the morning light
He flicked the ash out of the car window, and she knew that was the signal for her to continue.… Read more in the morning light
Scrambling…
through her mind’s thesaurus she searched for other words for her wrists, singed her edges smouldering, smoke fringed internal edges,… Read more Scrambling…
book recommendation. maybe.
This discomfort is exhausting. The fire won’t start. Naturally, I blow on the embers, like every cool firestarter who knows… Read more book recommendation. maybe.
