She takes something like a breath. / “You cripple.” / She cups my chin. She is crying. She is crying.
the text v of the in virtue accompaniment. hard harsh true and sad
I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
It’s not easy having a wrist fetish when you’re half awake and just want your morning coffee…..if men only knew what the sight of their wrists can do to a woman. Well, this woman. Inspired by a conversation at a Melbourne Writers’ Meeting.
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only heaven knows!!
It’s dedicated to all Mothers and especially to my mum! / Love you mum! it’s for you!
just spill it over my dress
can I bring you flowers / can I bring you tea / can I bring you your favourite / Chocolate on a Sunday morning
☼ Inspired by Chocolate on a Sunday morning ~ Larry Davis Don’t you love an indulgent morning by the sea? / I so need some chocolate now! Enjoy!♥ lol the wonderful Ms Tracy Bignall sent me this pic to go with my treatise on Larry’s photo! / Thank you Tracy! ☺♥☺
I remember the first sunrise / After / You / Bruised and bound my / Mind and stomach numb / From the hunger / Always the hunger / My voice gon…
A Feeling of joy has penetrated my Being these days and I am so much in appreciation of this life.. Today… I go to see a man named Barrack Obama elected President of the United States and that is like the best dessert one can have to my feelings of this morning. Welcome Day! /
Picking up this Kundalini Captive / A snake in sheep’s clothing,
Funny what comes to mind with a good cup of coffee. DANILO LEJARDI / was inspired to create this amazing art piece by same name MORNING COFFEE BY DANILO LEJARDI /
She see’s him untie the string / even hears the paper crackling as he lifts back the folds / slowly reaching in to finger the fabric
Just a little daydream…..
you’ve found something good.
you’ve found something good.
i walked in the sweet hush of morning / in the field of dreams and happiness / the sound of a mourning dove / the dew on the roses caress / t…
I tend to look away from you. I tend to blush.
A work of fiction, for once. If only tram rides were really this enjoyable….....
o6.16.2oo9 / painting a dance in the rain… .
the bitter dawn seeps / past frost-rimed glass / and paint-flecked window panes / along a sill / coated with old dust / and deeply carved with…
Just a fragment of a thought… Written 19 June 2009.
touch the clouds. / taste the sea.
i love the sea….and the birds that fly over…. when i saw this photograph by polly / i was back to a time when i lived on the shore…the smiles are huge… / and i am so honored that polly asked me to write something to go with the image… and so with the voice of dan…. to the morning
Cruel indigenous tortures / Creep sleepily / Through eerie shades of morning
5 o’clock. / The hum of shutters shifting, / readying themselves for sun. / And drowning / in renewed acquiescence, lighting / the dul…
This is one of my tribute poems to T.S. Eliot (genius) and his, Rhapsody on a Windy night. forgive me if I did not do him justice; not many can. In the words of the great Tenacious D: This is just a tribute. :)
You dont know how precious you are to me / How much i feel for you and how scared i am to lose you.
My attempt at a happy poem. / Most times all i can think of is sadness and fear / I can never share my moments of happiness with anyone / I find them impossible to word, i only know how i feel it. / But this, i tried to remember the feeling i had when i wake up and see a face laying next to me, the arms around me and the feelings that stir inside me. This is what i got :0 Hope you enjoy it! FEATURED: – 30th October 2009 – Multiracial Beauty THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Your hand flies out from its hiding space in the bed and grabs mine. You growl an order to let you sleep. I smile, and kiss you just to…
just a poem about what could possibly be the perfect way to wake up
she couldn’t stand it anymore… no more marmalade… she wanted cornflakes this morning!! she wrapped her legs around him, his thickn…
When marmalade for breakfast just doesn’t cut it anymore!! This is what happens when you get into crazy conversations about cornflakes and celibacy….
he’s sleeping / when she walks in / kissing his forehead / she cannot believe / what happened to him / once a man of 220 lbs / now less than 1…
HOSPITAL STORIES As I walk through the corridors of the hospital when / I go to visit my husband, I often look into the rooms / of patients, and draw my own conclusions, and / write about what I feel and see…of course…loving / to write..my imagination often runs away with me
See what you did / You plucked those guitar strings / Made my heart sing / You brushed past me / Happily / Smiling a song / Humming along / A sw…
a free write….. before i head off to bed Thank you for reading / much love / wigs xx 4/1/10
As the light of Artemis slowly wound around the moon spool / I looked into her face and stared gratitude / for she has warmed my skin on…
a 2010 project, not every day images and verse but at least weekly. For me and I hope for you. / — PS – a week has not gone by, so I think I’ll change this to whenever I feel like adding one. I had a shocking time trying to take a photo last night and finally I said fuck it this will do. Oh and after I took a really good one, my pc decided not to recognise my phone thingie drive. So this could be the last. I can’t make up my mind…grrrrrrrrrr
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