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Shadow Stains | The BFG
https://expressionaday.wordpress.com/2011/09/01/shadow-stains
September 1, 2011 in Poem. I walked by the park where our. Past is, with bent grass. Where it seemed our. Your dress, dancing in the gusts,. Like gestures, subtle with. That seem to float. I should have followed them. Instead I traced the outlines of. Of our fleeting moments. As if soft and pale carcasses of memories. That make us lose touch. So we. Walk on, slowly,. Away from this place,. Comments feed for this article. December 20, 2011 at 9:53 am. Love the vivid imagery, well done.
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It tick-tocks | The BFG
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March 11, 2011 in Poem. There’s still love here,. It tick-tocks in our. From over-exposure. Like an apple. Weakens, looking as death. Would seconds prior to realizing itself. Another pint works as filler,. Quietly in lovely melodies made bitter. With no grip on it leaving. Comments feed for this article. March 12, 2011 at 9:58 pm. March 14, 2011 at 10:03 am. And thanks for reading. March 14, 2011 at 12:53 pm. Very interesting — it makes me want to know the rest of the story. May 4, 2011 at 10:14 am.
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A Drift to thought | The BFG
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A Drift to thought. September 23, 2010 in Poem. A delicate nature,. Reaches out rising from the freshly churned soil. Twisting like late night. In their last seconds. It’s been. Missed, this smell. Tells me in its swift goodbye,. You drift to thought. To think of now and freshly-always,. Known clearly in shaded. Where the toss and turn. Mimics this feebleness felt remembering. More than me, the footsteps. Drawn out in forced. Creations, though reasoned. To become the smell that. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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See you on the Sea | The BFG
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See you on the Sea. March 1, 2011 in Poem. Her eyes knew my intent,. Instantly. I turned to wonder if I should have been. A tree-climber, working my way to the top. Boots on tight, me and a silent tree. She said she wanted to stay the night. Perhaps I could have been a. Speed-walker, always shuffling away in that bizarre. Shoes on tight, me and a slight breeze. I didn’t respond clearly, I was thinking about. Sailing on the sea, salt water lips and sun. Wind’s blowing right, me and these salt-skin sleeves.
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Morning lit (1) | The BFG
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March 30, 2011 in Poem. Packages you in your. Angles with curves that. Shed light on the difference between. It seems it is here. That life lives amongst no answers. Comments feed for this article. March 30, 2011 at 10:07 pm. Nice one, BFG. April 1, 2011 at 8:26 am. Thanks Cindy and thanks for reading. April 16, 2011 at 7:39 pm. It seems it is here. That life lives amongst no answers. Great lines, so true. April 17, 2011 at 9:05 am. December 20, 2011 at 9:53 am. Hope all is well. Enter your comment here.
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Morning lit (2) | The BFG
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March 30, 2011 in Poem. Dust is in the sun-beams losing float. Don’t shut the blinds, your skin is still. In the light slivers. There’s a fear here,. Of microscopes and telescopes. Put to bare eyes not. Finding much to make something. Thoughts still grope for dreams. Lose themselves amongst labels. Comments feed for this article. April 6, 2011 at 10:36 am. I love the reality of this written with so much insight into human nature. April 10, 2011 at 1:10 pm. April 6, 2011 at 10:59 am. Really good poem....
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You are not here | The BFG
https://expressionaday.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/you-are-not-here
You are not here. January 12, 2011 in Poem. Can you hear these words? Through air and water rushing like blood. To the tips of fingers. Gently pushing thoughts further. As if emptiness became king,. I miss the fingers of imaginations. Of romance and rebellions. Into dreams that blend this life to illusions. The lines you draw, thin in precision,. Into lesser men that dance. Like static drawings would. In a child’s mind. You are not here. Comments feed for this article. March 8, 2011 at 12:13 am.
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Concrete Heart | The BFG
https://expressionaday.wordpress.com/2011/03/04/concrete-heart
March 4, 2011 in Poem. My breath beats as if a heart. Veins under skins hiding us. Like the streets do the ground. The ducks swim and the night is in the. Water, a trail. Left in silent propulsion as the cold air. Kicks me out of this. This is wild. I can sense this. Comments feed for this article. March 4, 2011 at 3:18 pm. Glad to see you back. Ducks swim imagery is fabulous.🙂. March 7, 2011 at 10:51 am. Thanks Jingle, much appreciated! A pleasure to be back. March 4, 2011 at 8:22 pm. How have you been?
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The Word | The BFG
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It’s nice to meet you, digitally. This is a blog! Displaying some soft-core art. I say, “soft-core” because I don’t know what art is, clearly enough to say that this is it. So, most of these are just expressions, or affectations. It started as an Expression a day, but it is now usually 1-2 a week (some times not even – I try! So, apologies for the false advertising. I hope you enjoy! Comments feed for this article. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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The BFG | Page 2
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September 2, 2010 in Poem. There’s this flower bloom I can’t. Misplace, it grows in slow. Strung fickle and embarrassingly. Outward. It could be erased with a touch. Of a finger, pressed. To rise again brilliantly. I can smell its. Broken green, pungently gathering. Another time. It smells young,. As if hammered smooth of shame. Lit lightly by sun-tips. Features unseen to be beauty. August 31, 2010 in Poem. In the midst of it all,. Or did we miss it all? That word, that talk,. Lying beside lies to make.
