Sunday Sonnet, #9, 2016

[Image from WeHeartIt/Flickr] Funny how very like orchestral type the heart-strings played and plucked can be, wound tight in waiting, only for amateur light touch to twang distastefully.  “Enough.  Wipe your eyes,” she chastised herself.  “Weak child, hype of love from that quarter ever was pipe- dream stuff.”  Now was her chance: brush it off,…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #7, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] [Inspired by Fait’s “Koto”:] They craved a story, every time, like children reaching up their arms for mummy, begging that the tale not end – “Not that one, no, the one with the heroic prince“.  What could she do but whisper yarns to widen eyes, make hearts bleed to keep her in…

Sunday Sonnet, #8, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] Frank crooning, ever performing, while dogs sit mooning, drooling for that bite of toast left on the plate.  Peaceful these days that boast time – time for pleasure, measure of games, cogs turning in the mechanism (like logs burning in the grate, counting seconds).  Most of all she liked the pause, a…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #6, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] [Inspired by Perrin Lamb’s “Everyone’s Got Something”:] Hand reaches for cup to fill with morning coffee, fine black liquid to warm the brain to waking: pre-sip, her mind startles.  Fingers brush petals to fall, come to rest on kitchen surface. Forgotten wild bouquet drying to perfume in room’s corner – extraneous to…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #5, 2016

[Image from Flickr] [Inspired by Oddisee’s “After Thoughts”:] He was seeking a thought, single seed of creation come from within, self-made, no divine inspiration put forth smugly in vein intellectually blessed so as to differentiate, separate one from the rest. Always active, ever high, on the possibility of tomorrow (Doesn’t watch the news, read it,…

Sunday Sonnet [Alternatively Rhymed], #6, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] A day begun in silence, woken by warmth of sun creeping round the curtains, light embracing skin, nestled in pillows; shy yet persistent.  Feet touch floor, fall from height of bed to seek steps downstairs, find what might add company to the peaceful scene by a singular button: one press and light…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #4, 2016

[Image from sundtrak.com] [Inspired by The Staves’ “Winter Trees”:] A shaft of light, she thought, needs not the substance of dust to seem full, filled with promise. Running her pale hand in and out of the illuminating beam, her skin shone, glittered, gleamed – she couldn’t quite find the right word. No mere vitamin D…