Monday Potluck ~ Twelve strokes past midnight

It drifts through the dark, a chill
wisp of mist on cold night air,
a dark contrivance wreathing

Silhouetted against shuttered
window panes; stealthily pale, a
shadow under a wire strung moon

Passed locked doors, searching;
seeking entry through cracks and
flaws:

a memory, feigning innocence.

~~

I'm guessing everyone has been out trick-or-treating and now you're all full to the brim with your booty. Don't forget to brush your fangs...ooooops, teeth, I mean teeth.  Have a wonderful Monday and week ya'll. :))

Love,

Eaton

Monday Potluck ~ Solitary musing...

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Lakspur bud opening in my garden.















#1

I need to be clear
make sure you understand
have it exactly right

love is not a toy to be
played with, then
selfishly set aside

I don’t want to bruise you
with some foolish whimsy,
a by-product of my humanity

perhaps you already know
how much love a heart can
lose before it breaks

~~


#2

the sound and smell of the sea draw me
to the edge of something I can't name


restless, sleepless, in need of something 


I watch the waves dance around my feet
mesmerized by the ebb and flow of
relentless return - wave after wave
imitating the sound of your flesh
brushing over mine in the dark hours
just before morning breaks in your eyes


The feel of salt air on my skin lingers like
your breath on my neck -
just before you kiss me


~~~

#3


I tore my words
into tiny pieces,
watched them float
to the ground.

Only you know if they
fell into your heart.

~~~

Love is many emotions, feelings, contradictions, torments and joys. Love that comes from God transcends all earthly love and is perfect.

Have a wonderful Monday and week.  :)

love,

Eaton

Monday Potluck ~ Diametrically opposed...

This photo is a collaboration
between my friend bowlofstars 
and myself. If you follow the link
in his name you'll find a piece of 
his poetry.
It will be well worth your time. :)










Diametrical Beauty  -  October


half a world away, a northern autumn moon shivers
in anticipation of winter's plans to cover her hills
and valleys in a cold white blanket

leaves dance and swirl to the gusts of fall winds,
blowing away the residue of summer's exhausted
heat faded days

and while the breath of the north wind is preparing
to freeze its lands and seas, a startling southern sun
begins to warm a path to the water's edge

hungry waves cover shallow footprints like watery
hands, as the sea rushes back into itself with its

imagined catch

blue skies and fluffy clouds ruffled by a gentle
spring breeze watch lazy waves coax summer out
of her long sleep.


~ ~


Love,

Eaton

55 Flash Fiction Friday ~ only God knows...

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I’m afraid the stars are going to

lose their brilliance leave my night sky,

fade to nothing

fear of the loss incapacitates me

my thoughts frenzy - how can this be

do my bright beauties practice duplicity,

pretend cosmic immortality whilst

hiding their impermanence

were they not set since before the

beginning of time?

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I had a photo picked to go with this poem, unfortunately Blogger has blocked me from uploading any images at all. The notification it's giving me is that I am restricted from uploading any images until I can give verification that I have rights to the images...soooo what am I supposed to do about that? If anybody has any ideas I would be very grateful. And I'm very tempted to go elsewhere to blog.  :))

G-daddy hosts Flash Fiction 55 on Mr. Knowitall, pay him a visit for the best 55's on the net. Have a great weekend everyone.

Lots of love,
Eaton

Haiku

gossamer wings
swarming warm night air
excited gnats

 ~ ~

Love,


Eaton

Haiku

stolen kiss
under falling blossoms
first sigh of spring



Love,

Eaton

Through time...

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Transported by a tympani of steadily falling
rain sluicing from the roof, I sit watching you
dance in the deluge, cold droplets
dripping from your chin

You haven't yet sensed my intent study 
of your eyes, searching a distant view with
focused intensity turning the whiskey color
a different hue

Raspberry colored lips twist wistfully
into a smile, whispering indiscernible
words - a name, a prayer, lover's thoughts
drifting away on the air

In the blink of an eye, I wonder: was I
really there?

 ~ ~

This piece is one of my favorites...hope you enjoy it for Potluck Monday. Have a great week everyone. :))



Love,

Eaton.