Whisper to me
My little butterfly,
Make only sounds
Of growing fondness.
Tag: whisper
Wish For Me (day 1345)
Wish for me,
My darling sunshine,
As whispering
Contends my silence.
Niceties (day 1329)
Whisper everything
You know I need to hear.
Forget all that nonsense
About niceties
And proper-like behavior.
I want disguise stripped bare.
I desire my hand in your hair.
And when the doves take flight,
I shall shine like the moon.
Getting Warm by the Fire (day 1324)
A minute attraction
Lifted heavy shoulders
Of an indescribably unfortunate
Sonic blue eyes.
Burdening a whisper
With half truths
And leftovers,
Until a faint sensation
Shifted every moment
Into definitive Nirvana.
Undecided (day 1309)
When fields once swallowed all my dreams to go,
And hawks whispered into my head false words,
I shackled my puns into oval bottles
And left my land for undecided.
A Hazy Memory (day 1304)
Whispering as the highway rolled on
Curling around giant pillars
To big to divert.
Azur shades reflected memories
That hazed along waves of transilluminescence.
Small shapes far off in the distance
Brought imagination to present
That click-clocked believable thought.
Dusty blankets draped loosely
Over tall shoulders held proud,
Warm tea wafting around the room.
And an old dusty broom
Leaned lifelessly up against the
Wire mesh make-shift windows.
Rolled On (day 1303)
I screamed from head to feet
With dragging dreams
Slipping down the lonesome path
Of all I’ve ever wanted.
And from here a whisper started,
Like a row of columns
Three hundred feet tall;
Built by the hands of iron giants
Who spoke only in grunts.
My itchy trigger finger
Gargled a strong glass of salt water,
And spit truth onto dry solid ground
That crackled underneath the weight of my
Soft leather soles, wrapping their
Loose ends half way up my calf.
Thankfully I knew how to walk,
I knew that all good things
Come at the end of the row,
So I buttoned up my callused shell
And I rolled on.
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Soft Center Spot (day 1284)
I access warm parts of my heart
With a soft center spot.
I dig for that whisper that tells me my way.
And then, there I am,
Standing with open arms
Outstretched for grabbing.
Open wide to catch all that I can,
To be loud and obnoxious,
To be silent and free.
To be home and happy; family.
Understanding Madness (day 1233)
To be ever understood, hands closed and wondering why.
(Where I whispered hello Monday
To a gallon of nevermind.)
Can you ever feel the coldness?
Flat e (day 1215)
There’s an undercurrent of pressure
Rolling around like two dollars
In a drunk-night saloon.
I’m making headway on flesh insight
With no time to spare.
Gin’s hovering around
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
And two dollars keep talking to me.
Two dollars.
Two lone shooting guns
Winking at me from the corner of the room.
I’m lost in a swimming pool
And walking down main street
Whistling a sad song to a lover
Who’s missing from my arm tonight.
It’s a long walk fishing out these memories
With my flat E ringing through
Cobblestones and lampshades,
Dubious shadows I’m not stopping to
Make friends with.
Two dollars.
I’ve made my peace here tonight.
My undercurrent of pressure
Hanging low with the full moon
That’s grabbing at my coattails
As I make my way toward the exit sign.