At the Edge

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Midwest Fantasy Writes

he left me

He left me quivering

my surrender

to the ravage

of his lips, tongue, touch

then knowing

I could stand no more

the whisper

near my ear

“Just breathe”

claimed my final climax

©MidwestFantasy

06/21/2017

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Portions of Me

Exactly so…

Midwest Fantasy Writes

via Daily Prompt: Portion

piecesEach of you

has taken a portion

of me

that I have

freely offered

with love

and all my heart

some of you

even get

extra helpings

because I see you

starved and needing

but there are days

I wonder

how much is really left

of myself

©MidwestFantasy

06/01/2017

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A Lighthearted (and hilarious) poke at art imitating life #mamaconference2017

We laugh… but how much of this rings true??!!

Day 3 #wanderlustï»ż

THE MOST SPECTACULAR DAY EVER!!!!
After being convinced Skye was Quadpolar in regards to weather (rain, sleet, snow and sun) because of yesterday we were blown away at being graced with an entire day of sun.  

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We started our day driving to the furthest west point in Isle of Skye to see a lighthouse at Neist Point. Oh. My. Word. The views were stunning and the threat of life from falling off a cliff high! The butterflies were incorrigible…and the shaky legs… BUT I SWEAR I AM NOT AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!! (Just afraid of coming home one co-worker short!!!)

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Then we grabbed lunch and headed off to the Faery Glen where we explored this terrain that can only be described as something from a child’s story book!  I left a gift for the faerys and climbed along side a waterfall to see where it led…and got a booter…like 12 times. BUT OH MY GOD IT WAS WORTH IT FOR EVERY MOLECULE OF WATER THAT ENTERED MY SHOES!!

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The girls took a climb up a mountain and I opted out due to a weeeeeee discomfort in me foot.  (Rest, ice, compress and elevate righty?) fuuuuuuck….  I missed out on the most dramatic view of the day, overlooking the dips and rolls of Skye from up high.  Giants left their foot prints.  Spectacular.

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  #highlandwifi

Day two #wanderlust 

Inverness

We made our final destination of Inverness mostly in tact.  I mean all our belongings were in tact (ok except for a few spills in our bags) but our scrambled brains not so much from being awake so long. 

We hailed a cab from an airport smaller than Reginas, so small in fact we had to walk on and off the plane from the Tarmac.

The cab driver grilled us about our tour guide for tomorrow and often spoke so quickly in Scots we giggled for our lack of ability to keep up.  The hostel is fab…can’t go wrong for 26$ a night…and just down the street from a real live Scottish pub where we are Scottish food and drank non-Scottish ale.  Oh we have laughed…but I suspect I will not get much writing done on this journey.  And that’s ok, still plenty of adventuring to do!!!!
Today we are off to see an old battlefield from 1745, Culloden moor, it is where the last battle on Scottish soil took place and it is a memorial to the clans that were decimated that day .  We’ll see some standing stones and hopefully go back in time to find Jamie Fraser (juuuuust kiddin) a castle or two (I know!!!!!), and hopefully find coffee and more ale!! 
Ok I gotta go and find brekkie before Ally the tour guide arrives…

Expired number #poetry #phantogram

 

I never intended

to go looking for your name

to go searching through the past

In an expired phone book

But there it stood

in black and red

Your picture next to your number

ringing out the sounds we made

from all that time we spent

in one another’s head

and one o’clock won’t come soon enough

the whiskey won’t set in

To make up excuses

for why I’m calling you again

©Entirety 2017

 

 

 

The Art of Time

Entirety in Bits and Pieces

It takes time to make
Yourself a cup of coffee

It takes time
To get from here to there
Or anywhere

It takes time
To love again

And despite the cliché
Of it all
It does take time to heal

It takes time
To form just the right words

To write a book
A song
To paint your masterpiece

It all takes time

And patience

It’s a bit of a conundrum
Though
Thinking you have
All this time
But running out of it
Incessantly

Impatiently tapping your foot
Through a Starbucks line up

Or the traffic
On your way to work

Frustrated with your hearts
Slowness to catching on

And for the pain it feels
When it finally does

We speak rashly
Blurting nonsensical ramblings
Seeming rather insane
But you’re taking the time
To say them
They must mean
something

And all the art
The appreciated
And underappreciated

It all took


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The Empire of Lights

Marvellous read

arspythia

After Magritte: L’Empire des Lumieres 1954

The past is the antithesis of burglary. Imagine
a house in darkness. Or to be more precise,
imagine darkness in a house. Something akin

to that Magritte where the light is held
at tree’s length by a clutch of tungsten bulbs.
The looming woods proofed with shadow thicker than tar.

In the House of the Past we move backwards
from room to room, forever closing doors
on ourselves, always closing doors.

In each room, we leave some of those little trinkets
we love most, that the house is stealing from us.
Because we cherish them, web abandon them

to the furniture of strangers. Whenever we go
the doors swing shut behind us without a sound
and the dust drifts up into the ceiling like smoke.

Oh there io much we would love to hold on to,
but so little room. If only we could


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Too Afraid #poetry

There was something special

About how the sunlight

Fell on her hair

How his hand felt in hers

Something he was afraid to see

Something she was afraid to trust

So they both held back their all

And shrivelled to dust

©Entirety 2017

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