starving

he noticed the situation had become concerning. fumbling with familiar feelings, just as quickly his anger dissipates in a fog of reason and compassion. heart-rending, wretched and yearning, he concluded there’s no way he was gonna find the truth.  too deep, too wide, he’d end up drowning in the effort. dreaming of freedom he grasped at the clasp. appeased within he turned, breathing deep dropped his suitcase and started again as if he never packed.

sunday writing – choosing your context He noted the situation had become grim/concerning/chucklesome.

she howls

imaginary garden tuesday platform, howl your poetry into my bones
photo: Vampiros, illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.

a wee bit of a squeeze
his love inspires me

we gather round the fire
burning singe grasp the flames

stirring coals whipping fire
attempt to cool the heat

emotional nightmare
we hold on feet afloat

zealous disturbance
excitable crackling thunder

gypsy woven whisper
his love covers me

note to self: i tried my best to howl, in the worse way possible… love on crack, you know that sorta place where you don’t ever wanna be but somehow beyond your control…love hanging out with frogs

the art of touch.1

how far
how close
u r right here

the distance
no matter
u r right here

we sip
we sigh
u r right here

filled full
still so thirsty
u r right here

notes: back in the saddle … exercising my thoughts ….

theRoom.magpie241

self portrait, Vivian Maier. magpie tales no 241

hidden in the mirror
3 moments ago
caught in the flash
the 2 together
curtain call close

pickup.magpie

savor the softness of rain
one drop rooted to another
caressing the cares
beneath a dry blue sky eruption

black colored crows colloquy
loud laughter lounges
passersby peek out polite
backseat driver butterfly

baby girl exiguous
scarce the heat of another
delicate desire buried mist
last drop love parched lips

waiting wind wanders weightless
vegetation velocity
sticky stories planted firm
blame a bunch of balloons

footpath approaching
wide open wishes
backyard roaring thunder
a million drops wet explosion

his strength turns my square round
our dark cell dungeon delights
neutral shadows move along
eroded errors engine roar

starting brand new weather
clear calm coming home
shiny diamond ring religion
we still don’t know the way

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sunday whirl: wordle number 119; magpie tales no 179

…when i saw this photo my immediate reaction was to smile… .i could not help but to remember a ride similar to this…