Something shifts in the air; love arrives messy as birth, each thought a startled bird demanding flesh. Against the glass, my pulse spells secrets in steam, syllables bleeding downward in beautiful chaos. The window weeps my words into abstract rivers, love drowning in its own desperate honesty. When you arrive, I am already smoke, but the mirror holds my ghost-signature and you taste my name. What I wrote roots in you like wildflowers in concrete; love impossible, untamed, utterly alive.
Reading this in the sunshine. The temperature has dropped a bit here. Wild poppies are coming up through the cracks in the concrete. Words and setting merge into one and it’s lovely :)
That sounds like a delightful place to be! (Here is not such great reading weather hahah). Thank you lovey. x. ... oh my gosh, yes, the wildflowers! wow.
Not at all, I was just feeling embarrassed that I didn't even clue in to your words and setting merged comment. I had begun pondering whether the poppies has pushed through, or taken advantage of the crack, and I know which one I'd prefer to believe.
As a member of the American Legion, we use poppies to emphasize peace and remembrance, and so Dusk’s poem also Reminds me of John McCrae’s poem “In Flanders Fields”.
Beautiful! 🤍
„The window weeps my words
into abstract rivers,“ my favorite lines.
🥰🥰🥰
Your name “wildflower” fits well with the poem also.
Yes!! 🤍
Gorgeous visuals and thoughts. I love how you take the everyday, the overlooked and remind us it’s all miraculous.
yes, utterly alive.
Sanguine in her sagacity
She strips all semblance
Of sibilant suavity
So someone sure
Sees seas of sonorous essence
Reading this in the rain in my jamas. Lazy morning.. Kinda perfect.
In your Jammies so sweet!!!
😳
What?! LOL. People reading in their pyjamas is adorable! :)
Errr…maybe I don’t know my emoji’s. Supposed to be blushing.
Oh! Hahah. :P
Reading this in the sunshine. The temperature has dropped a bit here. Wild poppies are coming up through the cracks in the concrete. Words and setting merge into one and it’s lovely :)
That sounds like a delightful place to be! (Here is not such great reading weather hahah). Thank you lovey. x. ... oh my gosh, yes, the wildflowers! wow.
Sorry, wasn’t trying to rub it in about all the rain 😅 (usually that’s the UK).
Not at all, I was just feeling embarrassed that I didn't even clue in to your words and setting merged comment. I had begun pondering whether the poppies has pushed through, or taken advantage of the crack, and I know which one I'd prefer to believe.
As a member of the American Legion, we use poppies to emphasize peace and remembrance, and so Dusk’s poem also Reminds me of John McCrae’s poem “In Flanders Fields”.
“In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”