writing from underneath the slippery dip
Riding bareback in thoughts the memory whip caught on that very place you left your last kiss.
I could not write a sad memory of this if I tried.
I confess I tried to make a snare across an unforgiving cheek and trap my heart without living water.
But there are no regret lilies to pick.
All the shiny has rubbed off explaining the underneath elasticity of love between a rock and a hard place.
I didn’t understand I was both at times, the immovable and the rigid slope that slides only one way.
Gratis improbalis was in my lucky dip, a choice to be free to dine on the improbable.
So when does hope take a seat at this table?
Hope was the hand of reasoning that pulled a little tighter on the jugular
yet didn’t cut the wire in the blood completely.
Metaphorically I believe in the blessings.
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KS, with so many blessings to you and yours my dear. What a powerful write and feeling here. Peace and love be with you and yours on this day and all that follow…hugs, Lisa =)XO
I can understand and appreciate this ending verse!:
“Gratis improbalis was in my lucky dip.
We’re free to dine on the improbable.
So where does hope find a seat at this table?
Hope was in the hand of reasoning that pulled a little tighter on the jugular but didn’t cut the wire in the blood completely.
Metaphorically I believe in the blessings.”
Hi Lisa
Thank you for your kind words, very much appreciated. xx
– Arcadia Tempest
brilliant KS ( Red says with undertones of a huge chuckle ) !!!! hope always has a seat at the table he sits next to faith and trust as they both throw their scraps under the chair for all to feast on with glee ….loving this delightfully slippery slide of Flash fiction xxxx
Yep we slide down and climb up again.
Resilient bunch aren’t we :O))xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
KS…the future holds hope for those who believe. For those that don’t worry and stress. You’re an intelligent woman and as Red put it so nice…trust, faith, and hope are the scrapes to feed on but love is the one to rest in.
Peace, love, happiess, and joy to you all the days of your life,
MM
Hi Mary
Many thanks for your very gracious comments, very much appreciated. :O)
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Simply Brilliant, need I say more.
Thank you so much Marie…. you make writing so very worthwhile. I so appreciate your support, it makes the difference.x
– Arcadia Tempest
Hope is one of those things you discover was sitting there all along. Metaphorically I believe in the blessings.. This one is going to stick with me for a while…
Hi Luke
Many thanks for stopping by for a read, appreciate your thoughts here. :O)
– Arcadia Tempest
I could not write a sad memory of this if I tried.
I confess I tried to make a snare across an unforgiving cheek and trap my heart without living water.
But there are no regret lilies to pick.
this reminds me I choose the story to live by, incredible writing KS!
Hi ya darling x
Yep we cannot be a victim if we refuse to live in regret…. well that’s the idea to aspire to me thinks …xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
Lovely write Karen, illuminating, honest and sensitive. You are a true Lightbearer!
Hi Joe
Many thanks for so such a lovely comment. LOL ….I don’t know if I really am such a good Lightbearer….I run out of batteries quite often ;O) xx
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all the shiny has rubbed off explaining the underneath….
that line resonates with me today for some reason, as if the time has come to leave both explanations and Hope behind…..a nice way to wake up this Easter morning, thank you, Karen Sue XOXOXO
Hi Lisa
Thank you so much for your thoughts on this and hope your Easter break was a good one ..xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
Metaphorically this is the kiss of k… (want a word here that starts with k but can’t think of one. oh well.)
Ummmm
“Metaphorically this is the kiss of kindness…. xxx
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Always enlightening. Happy Easter KS. Much love. xx
Hi Jane
Hope you are well and thank you for your kind words. xx
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