All that is me Now swims with the sleek and silver Scales Fins Gills Apparently requiring No light No breath No ground Obtaining all that sustains Through mysterious means Contained within This cold dark place Fascinating to behold Look at the smoke form As your warm breath Mingles with frigid air Or is it solitary virgin element And that rock hard boundary That jails all within its forced pool Behind a dam of obscure and unusual Substance That most observers Deem as too precious To excuse Even a quick lap A slip of the tongue An almost undetectable Flick Into the streaming Fragile Shimmering Thin Thread of scarcity Sweet nectar With the tartness of the peach’s Soft skin. Ah . . . to savor Even so fleetingly Of a flavor That I so do love and miss
An intense deep write Blue!
I enjoyed the eloquent wording of apparitions
Love it making me thirsty for MORE!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Shexooo
WOW! One of your best introspections Blu Gurl. An exceptional tapestry with great imagery ("As your warm breath mingles with frigid air") laced together with sound insights.
Hope all is well with you!
Richard
Well, look who's here! Welcome home! You've been missed, Blue - haven't seen you in a while. Not having trouble with writing, per se, other things going on - hear you. But this is beautifully penned - I want writer's block like you! LOL Well done.
You express your feelings very effectively via your verses here, Blue. I can identify with the "not writing" part. I'm finding inspiration rather elusive of late. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
the feel of a free fall, tandem suspension in a void, loss, a pain searing like the man in hell begging for a fingertip drip of water from heaven to quench an unquenchable thirst for what is now out of reach ... you always capture it so well and pen it with the sharpest of quills. i am both in awe and humbled.
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
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I enjoyed the eloquent wording of apparitions
Love it making me thirsty for MORE!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Shexooo
STay Positive!
STay STrong!
Miss YOU! Be Happy!
Hope all is well with you!
Richard
Chrissy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis