Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.” from Birds Again ~ Jim Harrison The stars once bright in eyes now faded and gray viewing the world through tangled trees a purple haze of permanent contusions, amid barren thoughts of rotting leaves… Continue Reading “Crushed”
A promise made lifetimes ago among the milk glass stars as music wept from clouds raining down their melody soaring among the galaxies, defying time and space
She fears the dark for then he comes from shadowed recesses a hastening; ragged breaths, fetid and vile, a flurry of wings death, a handsome beast her heart his nightly feast, alive yet not
“It is the burden of life to be many ages without seeing the end of time.”- Jim Harrison When hot young blood courses through our veins we never ponder there will be an end and then the fragility of life brings an epiphany
The illusion of time when we are bound to the ticking hands or the ancient hourglass counting the weeping sands
The sacred truth, now broken as lies spill from his lips his tongue blood-red and thick with the stain of wine
Golden caramel eyes stalking her across the sea of strangers a shiver runs up her spine as she senses impending danger.
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