Passionate Fiction

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-10-30T02:24:00.000-07:00

Indigo blue, indelible in a crease-less velvet
sea of stars, securely woven into the fabric
of night, oblivious to the naked search
of an eye.

Lone stars reflect a single poignant truth,
witnesses to an unfolding destiny, undeniable
in brilliant clarity--observed in a period of
time intoned in the voice of an angel.

~~

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

Spring is here and looking her very best in Melbourne. It's warm and sunny, with a whole lot of humidity...very inspirational for writing 55's. Have a wonderful weekend everyone. :)

Love,

If there is a secret to be had, a woman will find a way to get at it...

2009-10-27T05:47:00.000-07:00

A cacophony of invisible innuendo slyly ties each voice together,
whispers loudly infer: she is the bejeweled, king's ransom.
Gowned 'round her bountiful waist, exotic silk and lace dance a
flurried sweep of fluid movements, beckoning all to her call - femme fatale.

beware...
transparent tulle bares the rise and fall of Heads of State,
on breasts incandescent in 1000 watt candle light. Diamond
bright eyes beguile with a sultry smile, coquettishly implied behind
the flutter of a feathered fan;

with a flick of her delicate wrist,
a twist of ruby red lips,

subtleties she employs to expose lies to spies in a game named - Seduction.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday

2009-10-23T03:19:00.001-07:00

Love's words rob me of breath, my mind's-eye viewing images your thoughts create, the thrill of each intense sentence opening windows in the mind to view a visual epiphany curling around each neuron, slowly sliding along ecstatic nerves begging anticipated graphic phrases - a delight to hungry eyes that espy the purpose and their meaning.

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

There's something special about finishing the working week with a 55! Have a wonderful weekend everyone. :)

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-10-09T06:35:00.000-07:00

For all of us who struggle from time to time with an utter lack of inspiration.

Have a great weekend everyone. :)

I write on the edge of words
searching for insistent wisps,
teasing glimpses that dance out of reach
circling the peripheral corners of my mind,

lack of letters dangling from the end of my pen; no beginning - no end.

Mysterious thoughts leaking black for lack of illumination, leave me in a state
of agitated stagnation.

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.

Love,

Nullabor lizzard lounge...

2009-09-25T06:27:00.000-07:00

Have a wonderful weekend everyone... :)

Snake black bitumen mirage, slithering sleekly over heat shimmered sands glazed flame red,
sketching a lonely horizon attached to azure blue skies.

Hidden lizards fear for their parched flesh
in moisture-less air fired by a zenith sun.
Skeletons bleached bone white.

Not a sound heard on silent air; but
the scream of heat rising.

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

Early this morning when nothing looked like it should...

2009-09-20T21:40:00.000-07:00

Five days into a 30/30 poetry challenge on SplashHall poetry board

I thought I knew

In the early morning light
everything looked bright
normal--like it was right.
I left love seemingly the same
slept, awoke and found it changed.

It was the same, the day before,
today, forevermore. At least I
thought it was; don't tell me anything else.

Love never comes to an end.

I forgot about the dark traces, hiding in stark places,
wounds whose stitching broke open
blurting hurts and seemingly easy dreams; my
humanity spoke with a roar.

If I let the pain fester, allow it to flow, how will I
grasp and hold fast. If I bury my treasure, will I become
shadow dancing between black cracks.

Love never comes to an end.

When I am no longer flesh and blood, will I be
flaming bitterness in a waterless place

or

Love that never comes to an end.

Love,

Liquid mysteries...

2009-09-04T04:47:00.000-07:00

Lunar lapses hide behind white cloud patches,
spot-lit seaweed scented memories roll and pitch
across uncharted maps, gull's wings flap, soar on
currents blown south across an unknown ocean
from Gulf Somewhere.

Waves of sea green froth roam sands beyond
the horizon, flat-lined on white peak mysteries,
spoken of by bold old mermaids.

~~

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
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Wow! How fast did this weekend roll around? Have a great one everyone. :)

Love,

No promises made or kept...

2009-08-28T05:16:00.000-07:00

Photo borrowed from Stumbleupon, so long
ago I can't even remember who I should
acknowledge.

Just a little piece of fun...nothing serious intended. :)

Frustratingly hard to fathom,
the deflection of your affection

I'm the same, you're the same,
what made you turn from
my direction

I'm feeling bad, mad as hell,
spurned--not taking it well

Cursing and yelling,
my thoughts are shallow,
emotions hollow;
the echo of your voice
will follow me into
tomorrow.

~~

Have a wonderful weekend everyone...

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-08-13T20:53:00.000-07:00

Photo by:
Lay_down_by_x_dodo_x

fluid blues meandering down my spine
each finger tip a rhythmic trip unlocking
muscle knots, easing tension lines

seeking dip and dimple, simple to
explore; slipping, dipping, skimming
every cell and pore, soothing, smoothing
pressure points, tissue begging more

stroking, kneading, stress releasing each
warm sweep of oil:

your finger pressure;
a measured treasure--pleasure.

~~~

It's Friday aaaaaaand the weekend, hope yours is a good one... :)

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
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Love,

Wicked ways...

2009-07-31T05:27:00.000-07:00

Stilettos--sarcasm sharp
balance a hurricane smile
painted slick licks on glossed lips
red leather twists, punctuated
sway on staccato hips
a shrug, a glance; possessed
of the chance to assess you,
with a black eyed stare, calculated
flair, she does not care.

a flash of passion, puerile fantasy
flagrantly unfaithful,
her seductive design: divine.

Have a fun Friday and weekend everyone...

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

Temporary in Time...

2009-07-17T04:49:00.000-07:00

a temporary time and place
woven between green leaf lace dark
space, he sits listening to thunder,
mesmerized by lightning, waiting for
rain to spill; splashing a musical refrain
upon his face upturned in the untamed night.
A smile lighting deep brown eyes. In the silence
I hear him whisper, "darlin', here comes the rain."

If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!

Love,

Allusive by Night...

2009-07-10T03:55:00.000-07:00

Dream-scape sky, in your vast silence
hear a beloved's cry, call to a distant lover--a sigh,
whose visage sought by darkest night, a star ship
sailing stellar streams of moonbeams;

seeking to return the favor amidst iced crystal
drops found halo bright, held tight by southern lights;
Come love, behold the constellations within His embrace.

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Looking forward to reading lots of 55's this week. Have a great Friday and weekend. :)

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-07-03T04:25:00.000-07:00

Balanced precariously on the edge
a mile wide chasm gaping before me;
to step, or not to step.

The fall holds no interest
only the view; a kaleidoscope
vortex of past, present and future
clothed in diaphanous dreams

Pearlescent possibilities born on
the rise--a rare blue moon
rich
inexhaustible
compelling

Take flight, my heart begs.

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Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-06-26T02:15:00.000-07:00

I tore you apart
scattered your body
across the cosmos;
each piece a trillion stars,
blazing, sparkling, lighting
the night sky with their
brilliance.

My burning hands gathered
you, broke open your chest,
returned to you
each radiant star that
sizzles around
your heart
fills your void
gives you back to yourself
reborn, renewed;

Alive.

~ ~

Have a wonderful Friday and weekend everyone. Love to you all.

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Fallen starlet...

2009-06-12T05:22:00.000-07:00

Here's hoping y'all have a fun Friday everyone, go have yourselves a wild time. :)

Faded beauty splintered, exposed, in the silver
slivered glass fallen dirty to the floor. Pearls of
broken promise run in concentric circles ever
around a love begged Utopia, never found.

The past mistaken for the present
a parade of faces, places and memories
masked by doubt; grasp a half mast future
at the last gasp.

~~

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Love,

Ruby Tuesday

2009-06-09T05:22:00.000-07:00

This weeks Ruby Tuesday is a small corner of near where I live. Follow this link Silently Mine, to see the photos. And if you would like to see more Ruby Tuesday photos, visit MARY/THETEACH at Work of the Poet.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

2009-06-05T07:05:00.000-07:00

It drifts through the dark, a chill wisp of mist on cold night air. Slowly writhing across the river; a dark contrivance wreathing here and there. Silhouetted against misted window panes. Stealthily, a shadow under a rare blue moon. Passed locked doors, seeking entry through cracks and flaws--the memory, I must not allow in.

Have a wonderful Friday everyone. It's past midnight and I have just finished work, I need sleep. I will catch up with with your 55's later, on Friday.

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Love,

Ruby Tuesday - Country Rubies...

2009-06-02T05:00:00.000-07:00

This week's Ruby Tuesday photos, Country Rubies, are up on Silently Mine...Ruby Tuesday is hosted by MARY/THETEACH at Work of the Poet.

Have a great Ruby Tuesday!

Love,

Flights of fancy...

2009-05-28T18:50:00.000-07:00

The edge of Israel and the Mediterranean Sea 1998

I dream of far off
distant places,
faces formed in a
cloudless eye

If I could,
I would,
jump a plane
forgo all plans of fame,
leave no forwarding
address; respectfully
dump my mobile phone

it's the face of free
grace I crave,
tied to no one place.

I thirst to fly far and away

~~

This week has been another crazy one, time has not been on my side at all. Some family members have been sick with a flu virus (nope, not piggy flu), one son-in-law has had chronic bacterial Pneumonia. I guess just the general pattern of life has been busier than usual. Perhaps that has prompted my day dreaming about travel. Hmmm, not maybe; definitely!

If you have a spare minute or two, scroll down a tiny way, to my last post. It's a poem I think you might enjoy. It's different, something a little...cheeky! There are photos with it, I took them.

Have a wonderful Friday and enjoy Spring, it's cooling down rapidly here. But doubtful it will get as cold as y'all experience in your winter.

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Love,

In the garden of good and...

2009-05-27T22:32:00.000-07:00

Flirtatious Calyx
resplendent, ripe
aroused between
petal folds

provocative stamens
insinuate;
a fertile flower in heat

suggestive suggestion;
the flower to the bee

Lascivious little bee,
come, spin my floral axis
reproduce me.

Botanical sex

~~

I took the photo of the bee last year and the other photos a few weeks ago, between the end of summer and beginning of Autumn/Fall. One of the photos appeared on my Ruby Tuesday and the other on a Thursday Thirteen. The rest are new and go with this poem, that wrote itself in my head as I was driving to work last night.

Hope you enjoy both the photos and the poem. Not sure what category the poem fits into, naughty probably...

PS: If you want to see the bee, you have to scroll to the last photo and I would suggest clicking on the pic to get all the details.

Love,

Heroes and Heroins

2009-05-22T06:19:00.000-07:00

My hero flails
no anchor to steady
his course

Adrift on becalmed seas
time and tide compete to
draw him down

Be careful love,
below lies a watery grave

Do not purchase that one
way ticket yet. There is a
place, a harbor dry and safe.

I know the way
although
I've never been there.

Your Friday is starting as mine is finishing and the weekend is getting closer by the second. Can't think of a better way to end the working week, than with a 55. I'm off to bed, I'll be around to read your 55's tomorrow (my Saturday), hope y'all have the best Friday ever. :)

If you've written a 55 words, no more no less, drop
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Love,

Wordless Wednesday - Brighton, Melbourne

2009-05-20T06:05:00.000-07:00

Love,

Thoughts of the state of the world...

2009-05-18T18:30:00.000-07:00

Poverty by go1985 at deviantART

The Cry is not

against the rich
just how they got it
fatted calves with
greedy eyes who
peruse with distaste
the poor as they
grovel for more

Love,

Catching fog...

2009-05-18T07:23:00.001-07:00

I've been practicing taking photos from a moving car, again. This time I found some early morning fog about an hour and a half north west of Melbourne.

It's not so easy getting a photo from a moving vehicle. But I get kinda determined to do something and that's it. I am always deleting photos that are purely practice shots, otherwise my computer would be overflowing with snaps...certainly not all good ones, let me tell ya!

These photos are just practice shots too, but ones I liked enough to keep and show.

No, I don't have any poetry ready today, well not yet anyway, maybe later on in the day. The reason? I've been reading Stephen Crane's works, and got so caught up in his poems that I forgot I was writing one of my own.

Here's a sample of his work.

There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering.
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?"
Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamour of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
I'm guessing he is no stranger to you guys, as he is an American poet. But he is a revelation to me, thanks to Walking Man pointing me in his direction.

Have a great Monday! Yeah I know no one ever thinks of Monday's as great, but they could be; they're full of all sorts of possibilities. :)

Love,

Royal Pink!

2009-05-14T22:04:00.000-07:00

This week I'm giving you a nonsensical peek at me...um, my life that is. Poetry seemed beyond me today, who knows why, I sure don't! But I do have something to throw into the 55 pot and that's good, right? :)

Washing dishes, thinking about 55 words, I look up and catch a garish pink hue reflected in the window.

I'm still wearing the gaudy, hot pink crown adorned with fake jewels, my very own eight year old pretend princess, plonked on my head an hour ago.

By her hand, all is right in my day!

~~

Her crown is sparkly emerald green and looks much better on her pretty head than mine does on me. But hey, I do look kinda cute!

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will pay you a visit.

Love,