Tag: prose
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Connection
Connection It’s an alchemy. It happens without intent. And quite frankly, It can’t leave through intent either. What is it in us that reaches out and wraps around the soul of another? I’m not sure. But what I do know …
The Four Chambers of The Heart Part 2.
I’ve found that most people hang on tight to their third serious relationship. The first can be wrong for so many understandable reasons. Too young, thought you should, everyone else was. The second fails and you start to wonder if …
My secret passengers
It’s the too long silences which give me away. Inside the beasts jostle shoulder to shoulder to gaze through my eyes. Inadvertently they scratch and claw at my ribs, hold onto the arched bone as they lean forward. I raise …
The Four Chambers of The Heart ~ Part 1.
I fell from a hole in my heart And you caught me. A wounded woman, perhaps even broken. You were right where I needed you to be, Under the sky as I came plummeting down. You pulled me so …
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Thoughts on a quote by David Foster Wallace
Hmmm…. This quote has so much appeal. I wondered about that, why it rang so true for me and many others. Personally I think it speaks to the dilemma that in highly emotional situations you never …
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves that have freshly fallen, under the browned, softer ones and under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, lies my soul. Chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish …
S L Heart
‘I own an unsettling, thunderous heart.’ What a great line!!
Freedom’s paradox
Freedom is baffled, perhaps even tortured by love. Its romantic heart once awoken is forever caught and forever yearning. It either falls for temptation, gives up its nature and stays; Or denies the hold of love and its heart, and flies …
The heart wants what it wants
It doesn’t matter how wise your decisions are. The heart wants what it wants. It wants in ways we can spend a lifetime trying to work out. It’s a beast with a gentle heart and a flower with razor …
Heart Eaters
Flowers eat don’t they? I have seen their teeth…briefly. That’s the sign of a carnivore, isn’t it? I mean do herbivores have sharp teeth? Flowers don’t eat just anything, they are like the warriors way back when who ate the …
The Bound Heart
He was held together by the most fragile of threads, the rituals of his life, of his passion and his mind. She was as shinny and bright as a paring knife. The Bound Heart
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves which have freshly fallen, Under the browned, softer ones and Under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, Lies my soul, chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish and …