A pen that does not wish to be pinned down…
The thought caught me by surprise
Was it a sign of weakness?
Have you ever had one of those moments?
Well, not weakness so much as a surfacing
A loosening and a flowing
And the feeling that I thought was weakness
Started to taste more like desire
How I remember that flavour anyway
It’s the memory of how my name sounds
When it’s spoken from your lips
20 September 2017
~ kei
It’s just a moment of weakness, please don’t respond
Allow this chink in my armor, then move along
Should the same human failing happen to you
I’ll be certain to make some allowances too…
~ kei
13 June 2017
Once again, St. Hallmark Day is almost upon us. This means it is time to assault your eyes with my traditional St. Hallmark post. The tradition began on Facebook – that keeper of all events and occasions – several years ago and continues to amuse me. So…
Y’all are my Valentine Victims! Mwa-hahahahaha!! Welcome to the Massacre!
~~~~~
The 2017 edition of my annual mock-a-thon must include a nod to my Valentine.
Sweet Valentine person of mine
You jostle my molecules
and
Cause a kerfuffle in my bustle
Yay!
❤
~~~~~
Mood music:
The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.
So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.
~~~~~
These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging
Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now
My heart’s Jericho
~ keib
18 December 2016
I wrap myself in a simple garment of cotton
One that holds in its threads the essence of you
Slipping in and out of my self and my soul
Catching stitches of the past and the present
Gently pulling my heart-strings closer together
Weaving what I once was into who I am now
Tiny healing stitches of you and me
What I am and who you see
Carried in each inhalation
Something both electrifying and benediction
Talisman or lodestone, I can’t be sure
Knowing only that mornings of late
I come awake more fully who I am
More completely my own woman
Wrapped in the scent of a man
~ kei
26 November 2016
Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems
I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams
~ kei
10 September 2016
As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.
Treasured old letters
Love, hope and dreams in cursive
Preserved forever
~ kei
24 April 2016
This inked evidence
I was loved will be again
Proof’s between the lines
Heart do not despair
Your beat lives on in parchment
Tender tinder sparked
~ kei
1 June 2016
© Karin Bole 2016
