are your eyes open...

they see you; pimped, parading your plumped mercenary cleavage,
your glossed scarlet lips offering opulent promise - hedonistic felicity:

smudged by careless immorality you roll
a shot in the dark, two single pips - snake eyes
winner takes all, loser takes the fall.

with a pocket full of packaged stardust, you stalk the night,
looking for fools wandering this liar’s paradise
seduction seeks its own.

new converts - innocents the prize
while Angels cry...

More Jingle awards...

Thank you Jingle, you surprise and delight me with this award. :))

aaaaand the conditions of receiving this award are:

Seven things about me...

* I write poetry, because I have to, I want to, I love it.

* I take photographs, because behind my lens there is only me and what I see.

* I'm a mom (7 kids)

* I'm a grandmother (8 Kids)

* I enjoy my own company, but very rarely am alone.

* I wear glasses, everything is a wild blur without them.

* I want to travel my homeland, Australia. Haven't seen very much of it yet.



Ten people who deserve this award too:

* Why? What have you heard - poetry and stories

* Alice's Restaurant - stories

* Kilauea Poetry - poetry and photography

* Adventures of one sober woman - poetry

* Remergence - poetry and art


Ooops, not ten at all. :)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Edit: 19th July, 2010.

I'm inccluding, My Recovery, because I can't not include her.

* My Recovery - real life journal, 55 word Flash Fiction



So at this point these are the blogs I extend the Pink Award to. Breaking the rules, but hey sometimes they are allowed to be broken...yes?



love,

Eaton.

Sensory perfection...

Perfume notes linger,
collide inside me as I breathe bittersweet
songs sung in the background of days
lit by a million flowers
each one a different scent
each tasting of you.

~~

Just for the joy of writing.


Love,

Eaton.

ruby tuesday

Follow the link to Silently Mine for this weeks Ruby Tuesday. :))

Love,

Eaton.

weeds and wheat...

I want to write something revealing
bare the simplicity of all my complications.

apprehensions ride a tide of reservation--
revelation self-defeating.
with nothing in reserve
you might decide my offer is
not very appealing --
no ace left up my sleeve.

that in mind - I will preserve some of who
I really am, and present you with the
possibility of who I might be.

dishonest?
that depends.

safer by far to let you see the me I may be
securely secreting reality away from
the chance that I may just not be enough.

~~

Love,

Eaton.