pink saturday, PoefusionMondayMural

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michelle’s poefusion monday mural
beverly’s pink saturday
photo: ainsleyanne, photobucket

observing the quarter moon rise against the luminous black night she cannot help but to open a window and breathe in the fleeting fragrance of rescued salvation.

soon to arrive, she arranged the screen in a specific light to optimize the essence of his perception.  a cover to clothe a place hidden from his everyday senses. aware of his quiet clean reserve a wish is freely painted on the canvas of his attention. something special separating now and then and discloses just a hint of what lies within. the absolute sanctum where one can find mystery and explore the timelessness of discovery. 

gifted by his presence, she recognizes a desire to rest in whispering silence. with prudent little movement she removes his cloak and draws him to follow. thanking the invisible one, she turns internal touching a lost treasure recently released she smiles in small serenity.

etched eternal on the slate of spirit, the delicate drift of candlelight suggests a subtle melodius movement caressing the intangible air of delight and dreams.

soft pink screen
sense solitude stirring
enchanting existence

engaging impressions
speaking sight sensation
confidential companion

yield tender tegument
defined infinity
one slice serving

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pink saturday

initiated conquer

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beverly’s pink saturday; photo: amphalon, flickr

my beloved’s kiss
curbed a wandering appetite

healthy pink lungs
breathe in the scent of you
afloat on last night’s interlude

layered in love
the complexities of calm
stays my sleep
in the white billowing sails
of a racing sloop

reciting poems of old
romance lingers
long after you’ve left

love sick fingertips
brush the evening embers
yet burning cool

dawn’s light approaches
graze a transluscent season
break the spell of love

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terminally terra firma

peeking past the dilemma
the sweet scent
of pink carnations
aroused a persuasion
a rainbow of soul substance

drifting off to there
was so much more pleasant
than here

a far field
filled with an
unforgetful fragrance

emersing essence
seductive strengthening squeeze
capturing quickly
marvelous madness

lacking gravity
two clay feet floating
cosmic compost

absolute comes calling
indoctrinating echoes
time to take a turn

back to blue sky
earthbound stories
written in a book
on a page
reciting a poem
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pink saturday post every saturday is pink…. for me, it all started with a scent..
photo:  stephen_pix. flickr

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3WW, pink saturday

eclipse

ubiquitously pink
boundless the beauty

the blush of murmurs
endless cool pink sherbet
bewitches hot breath
fire to melting thirst

unlock the flawless flush
the quiver of whispering winds
pink flamingos heading homeward
harmonious affinity in flight

tenderness scratches
behind the ear of a
pink hibiscus

all beneath a bright
yellow sun
in a clear blue sky
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thommyg’s 3 Word Wednesday: blush, quiver, tenderness and,
beverly’s pink saturday; photo: DiAichner3. flickr

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3WW, pink saturday, PoefusionFriday5

afterwards

sensing tension the air was heavy with an invisible fog of unmistakable proportions. envisage a humid wet jungle, a handy hatchet would suffice; but not knowing the future, i only carry a pretty petite red swiss army knife.

straining to inhibit circuitous damage my bare brown feet kept bumping against the rotten corpse of phantom souls lying littered along the crowded empty room. seeking distraction i opened the door to a beautiful carved dusty armoire. meddling into a debris-filled subsistence the smallness within expanded as reality ripened into a glittering giant peach oozing with kismet. instantly encountering a pink polka-dot rest stop, cognition circled in merry-go-round motion.

if only normal came home i could rinse away the extraneous gypsy songs and horse-led covered coaches lit with a soft fire of midnight moon.

refreshed with jungle fever immunity, i strapped on fire engine red high heeled sandals glad to be heading home, soon sleeping in the safety of my own bed.
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mingling prompts: thommyg’s 3 Word Wednesday: corpse, damage, knife; michelle’s poefusion friday five: meddle, afterwards, debris, rinse, ripen; and, beverly’s pink saturday.
photo: Tin-can Telephone, flickr

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