Starting at the bottom, step by step, upping my game, always looking high… I’ll paint my lips bright red as fire, curl my hair I’ll wrap my body in the finest silk, showing just enough, not showing too much… I’ll sing with a crystal voice, charming them with my words, with my thoughts, with…… Continue reading When the best, I’ll be…
Knickknacks balls of twine old buttons, my lint collection the spaces between my teeth make for whistling, or echoes of what I forgot to brush, when I was young, Mostly odds and ends my drawers are filled with them memories, light-bulbs, rubber bands pictures of you, and me Things that can’t won’t be discarded…… Continue reading Odds & Ends – Notthedane56
Previously posted June 11th, 2016 I called your name from the opening of the front door. It was unlocked when I arrived, and that was odd, since you were terrified of strangers breaking in at any time of day or night… You didn’t respond, which seemed even stranger. I called a second time, almost…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part four)
“A simple cut of the scissors” she said, but I was hesitant to say the least, She spent the day cutting this and that paper, chicken legs the odd photo, or two carefully along the edges along the lines, “You won’t even feel it”, she giggled, as she cut her steak with very deliberate…… Continue reading One Small Cut – Notthedane56
It wasn’t the lies that were killing me, softly. It was the fact that you thought I believed them…
She was most truthful just before turning in relating more than just a random thought or two, She didn’t mince words hiding them from the day passed, what she wanted to say not standing on precedence nor worrying about stepping on toes, She was most truthful just before sleeping telling me what, she wanted…… Continue reading Her Truths… – Notthedane56
My warm thoughts will never be enough. Good intentions are futile, in these sorry years. Spread the love, they said. Spread the joy… But it seems my action always come out short. At least… I tried. I tried….
She sat in silence, sleet drumming the beat of wintertime on her worn out windows. She sat in silence, hugging the warmth of her souvenirs, past. Holding in her trembling hands her two favorite photos, only witness to her story. Two almost identical pictures of them… Shyly leaning against each other. Same smiles, same sparkly…… Continue reading Before & after…
How sad, the sight of a muzzled heart… Forced to silence when love just needs to sing out. Not even asking to be shared or given back… fettered into thinking it’s just mere balderdash… Oh, how sad the sight of a poor muzzled heart.
Previously posted May 27th 2016. You were standing in the living room. -You are not coming. You stayed still. No twitch, no pouting, not even the beginning of a question as to why I didn’t want you to tag along. To say the truth, I probably would have been disapointed in your lack of…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part two)
Cyranny's Cove 