paper folded in quarters: quick flick of scissors - snowflakes hang on threads. windows covered in youthful decoration: eyes, dissatisfied still. dull bread knife cuts through fluffy pancakes, extra cheer scattered throughout home.
eyes, drawn into being: predicting, liberating, wise - all-knowing. they're a secret you want to decipher. they're a million stories going untold. lips, sketched from imagination. coax a story that they're reluctant to tell. (watch for the lipstick days. these are the ones when the story means nothing.) dare this prophetess to give you a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 22 (portents)
brush away the cobwebs clear the dust from your mind. see? here i am. blink the grit from your eyes and wake up over coffee. look through the window - sunlit - can't see a damned thing. whisk the net curtain into place; replace the coffee with tea. (do you see me yet?) -no, no… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 3 (clarity)
bright eyes glow brighter in the soft light of candles. the night is a dream only brought to life by fire and flame, sleep and awakening. (with the flame, the glitter of fire in your eyes you are luminescent) there's starlight in your eyes.
we communicate only with our eyes.
liner, shadow, mascara.painstakingly applied,darkening and contouringshielding the windows to the soul.lip gloss, tint, balm.smudged and smooth,sleek and clean.imagine all i could say.views are distorted.quick glances,one eye closed and a tiny mirror.i never see properly.generally avoiding mirrors.fascinating today,these shadows and lines.i think i see what you see.
eyes firmly fixed, gaze of steel, a spell keeping me pinned - it's nerve-wracking.