I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Appetite… (FFF July 9th)
Sweet pastel love notes,They unravel their palletPink kisses for you. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Newly bloomed pink lilies.
. How can it be Such a big world, When Looking up and Staring At a cloud passing by… I realize That wherever You are, My skies are Your skies and We share the same sun? You and me, Love, Really live on a marble…
How sweetA flower’s fate,To bloomNeeds no due date…Colors unravelIn a mysterious ballet,The beauty adjustsHer intricate corset…Seeking the warmthof her lover Sun,and the occasional showerfrom her Nature mom…No tantrum, no dramaNo need to debate,How sweet, reallyA flower’s fate… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Lost in my mind, Thoughts dancing Abroad… In between wishes And memories, I call out to the land I love… When a shriek Breaks the silence Of my afternoon’s reverie. I slowly turn My head, And what is there to see? Standing steady On the thin wire Seeking attention with his caws, Just feet…… Continue reading Not quite a murder…
Yesterday, I stumbled upon A handful of words… Words once inspiring, Words I once admired. I looked Over my shoulder, And remembered How you once Lured me Like so many others… So many. Sucking people’s attention, Feeding on their praises And mine. Until you wanted Them no more. You tried to plant A hating seed…… Continue reading Yesterday…
Travel crumblesAnd tinyBits of memories,Just make me WishI could again getA biteFrom one ofThese cookies… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on Icelandic stamps in my passport.
Most precious moment, Blue hour, when the night kisses the dying day goodbye.
Twin sisters blossoms, You give Spring its true meaning… Standing side by side.
It is this time, Of year… Lilac is blooming Summer is near. I think about You. And all you are Going through. Angelic warrior, You’re not alone… What has happened Soon will be gone. My prayers are By your side… Let’s hope next year’s bloom Will see you rise, Again.
Cyranny's Cove 