I
tasted the storm
feeding
your tongue and my ink
(pure
tinder and flint),
screaming,
“Let’s spark words of love
so
hot, they curl hatred’s toes.”
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #94: Storm, Ink, Love.
poems, stories, and bits of not-quite Journaling
I
tasted the storm
feeding
your tongue and my ink
(pure
tinder and flint),
screaming,
“Let’s spark words of love
so
hot, they curl hatred’s toes.”
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #94: Storm, Ink, Love.
not-quite Journaling, 58
Delightful
from every angle,
my passion
flowers can enchant
in sunlight and rain.
8/15/2023: My
passiflora has finally bloomed. I got to enjoy her striking curls for about 5
minutes, before rain showered them closed. Now she’s impersonating a fairy
skirt--yep, she’s gifted like that.
8/22/2023: A 19-year-old (who might or might not be related to me) told me that “a healthy relationship isn’t supposed to be hard”. I didn’t think laughing hysterically would be constructive, so I didn’t laugh. I felt like yelling in their face, “Are you 5?” wouldn’t help either, so sent them this poem.
I dreamed of a life without pain,
and reality laughed.
8/26/2023: Well, maybe I haven’t truly had this dream in a while. Not that I
can remember. But I still enjoyed stitching the thought. 😁
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Wrings #91: Muscle Memory.