3WW, Napowrimo, Poetry, ReadWritePoem

tonight’s tide

read write poem napowrimo day 21 perfectly flawed. write a poem about flaws and perfection in yourself or in nature or write about how you feel about being imperfect or perfect; three word wednesday: ebb negotiate random; photo: Town Car White Wall WheelSparks68, flickr

loving the perfect imperfection
where one half commands
a quarter questions

we negotiate the expenditure
our love shifts into cost control

amuse me with your viscosity
how your hands negotiate
the curves and straight away

kooky kosher connect
courageous cool
we sink compliantly

the random risk
of cozy reluctance
tandom synchronicity

turning wheels directed
towards docile domicile
the ebb of kindled quiet flame

you barbecue medium rear steaks
i occupy with green salad dujour

together we sip the red wine of
a lasting imperfect alliance

blazing stars and comets cast
agreeable accession

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3WW

love breathing

three word wednesday: frail, sacred, amaze
photo:  gasitech, flickr

we’re in love….
with the blue expanse above
with the 2-door sexy fire engine red convertible bmw my friend just took me for a ride 
with the frail freedom we so freely embrace
with the birth of unborn love
with the cost of never letting go
with the having won a hard fought battle that cost everything
with the perfectly run half-marathon under two hours
with the lifelong secret sacred dream coming true
with the first flower of spring’s approach yellow crocus blooming

amaze! we’re in love

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PoefusionFriday5

love leaves loudly

quietly closing the car door she soon grasped the full impact of sleepless  nights. speaking out loud to no one in particular, “it’s either him or me. his slightly open sleepy mouth, no more.” after nights of constant torment there was no other conclusion. her quiet ways had proved to be a snare. together alone it mattered little. turning the key the engine purred softly. backing out of their driveway in the early hours before dawn her blue-green eyes began to change. good-bye tears fell flowing over falling silent wetting her chin onto her now cool nightgown. the epitasis his constant vibrating sonorous snores.
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Poefusion Friday Five this week’s five: epitasis, slightly open, blue-green, conclusion, snare
photo:  Jim Felder, flickr

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