“The Unforgiven” My sense of yesterday now flown away by grace but there’s a tinge of memory. I felt her need to leave; she would not stay. Enraged, her private hatred now set free, she spiraled out the door with no goodbye. Her energy, combustible with sparks. Her feet did leave my door without a…
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“Sympathy”
<img src=”http://yeahwrite.me/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/26/gargle163.png”> I am held in the comfort of your hands, softly, as the small, broken wings of a bird. No cooing is heard as token words cannot fill my breathless need. Your caress soothes murmurings of a grieving heart as leaf brushes leaf. Photo by Jacqueline Casey.
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<img src=”http://yeahwrite.me/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/moonshine.png”> “The Love Affair” This man has had his way, deluded me. My late Casino visit, once espied Jack’s cold, one eye with little sympathy as when I draw a two and three, then sigh. His siren song lures all with tens of tens. Naïve`te! A roller-coaster ride addicted to his many shills…
Read More“Dead Man’s Hand”
“Dead Man’s Hand” Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, un-blinkin’ eyes. Old Bill, he stared; no devil denied. Across the table, I saw them eyes. Surprised , he glared at the cards in his hand. Oh, the Queen of Spades was his low-in-the-hole ‘neath Aces and Eights. Yeah , Aces and…
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Read More“Satin Moon”
<http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/#161-open/> “Satin Moon” The milky, Flower moon rolls high in May. A glow of blossoms fill the starry night and blue, her orb so distant in our day is home for lovers in their shadowed flight. The clouds now shift and cast an ominous show: shadows on the ground as we are spellbound.
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“The Hanging Gardens of King Sennacherib”
<http://yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/#160-open/> “The Hanging Gardens of King Sennacherib” Tell me if we are one, my heart’s desire. I’ll move the earth, a plethora, amaze where trees shall leap like overhanging fire. forbidding my true love her homesick gaze. I’ll build for you a fantasy, divine where water flows upstream from Tigress shore. Shaduf from well of …
Read More“The Doves”
(Photo by Jacqueline Casey) This week’s gargleblaster ultimate question: “Why do birds suddenly appear?” “The Doves” My messengers, two doves, of silent wing did settle just outside my windowsill. In early light, they stopped their lofty sing. My knowledge of their wistful pause did thrill: Heard low moan from their peaceful breast: “Love…
Read More“Hope is a Con Man”
“Hope is a Con Man” Another time; another place might be but only age gives open eyes to see. For, if we were again but seventeen, we’d stumble, still, as blind to destiny. Oh, fervent Hope, he is the con man’s ruse. He holds our breath and makes our heart beat fast. Yet, all the…
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