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A Romance Becoming


"A Romance Becoming"



I sit with you
a dream upon your lap
playing loose keys 

you grasp me 
in your fingers
tight strung I am played

hear me beat 
against your heart

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I sit with you 
a dream  upon your lap
playing loose keys

a romance 
becoming 

time in me
time in you

a breath, ours

in unison
between the lines

haunting

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)







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Ts Poetry

July 29, 2020 at 4:46 AM

Each note miraculously intertwined to play a deep but soulful melody

Lady Labyrinth

July 29, 2020 at 3:01 PM

Yeah, it's a Booker Prize winner....loving that word 'trope'.

Lady Labyrinth

July 28, 2020 at 11:33 PM

"It all arrived on a Sunday. In August. Like some buried god, forgotten, simmering deep under a heavy blanket of words, uncomfortable and itching for release; each word, a miniscule grain of sand. You'd think, pithy, yet worth forgetting in the year of Covid.

Lady Labyrinth

July 29, 2020 at 2:14 AM

She, that is me, said, “It is far beyond my meagre understanding, why this backwards written story she decided to share with the world, would arrive like flighty manna on my doorstep. I was her daughter and she to me, the unknown song. But here she was delivering stories to me, long after she had left our time, which was out of time and beating sorely, some wretched heart bleeding. What was I to do with an embarrassment, that was shimmering like gold, a prophet to be ignored or made, a dank mark in my desert barking like some errant homonym. I am branded, she is lost. Gold, godly or not, she imprints on my mind, in the time marked out of time - she walks out of time to be seen and heard. However, I am a blog without a story...and She is pure fiction, to me, some lilting fantasy.

Lady Labyrinth

July 29, 2020 at 2:02 AM

Give me what is real. Give me 'trope', "Stop and Smell the Roses" or that classic trope from a boring bored (sic) game, let's think Christmas, think a December past at a friendly table - Monopoly, play the card - "Get out of Jail Free". Round the board twice, the dice rolled and the card was held, more than once. The last Christmas. And there sat you and me, with the grinning card in between.

Lady Labyrinth

July 29, 2020 at 1:24 AM

"What is unsaid, unseen, is undeniably understood and Red: Is blood thicker than water? So tired; sleep, bed."

Lady Labyrinth

July 28, 2020 at 11:36 PM

https://freakinoutjerry.com/