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Always An Afterthought

“Don’t be mad at me”
She laughs at this expression, yes
Even as her lips form a sullen pout
above the receiver.

She’s not mad at you though,
only at herself –
and her expectations,
and the realisation.

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A-Z Challenge: Indistinct I

 

Instead I listened

I could have recalled the night we met
Waxed lyrical about the weight of your kiss
How it hung – in bowed silence
Spoke of the pressure of lips,
the way they sat
On mine. Absorbing my want to breathe
That rush of infinity, frozen in time
I could of talked of trembling
Glistening palpitations,
But instead I listened

I should have countered
with an amusement – a little ditty
about how we encountered
Divulged a dirty chuckle of presumption
Exclaimed a wide pondering grin
Smugly shared secrets of lust and desire
missing due care
Culminating in an almighty rush
of satisfaction
Of awe

Yet, instead I listened

 

Check out the A-Z Challenge here

 

A-Z Challenge: Corny C

So today I thought I would take some actual ‘Stolen Words’ to go with my A-Z Challenge.

It’s not a poem but I honestly couldn’t have made this conversation up and wondered if anyone else had to deal with this kind of stuff from aging relatives, and if so does it make you laugh? or just cringe like me :/

 

Uncanny Conversation

 

Oh you can stick your cans from Brazil too

Pardon?

The cans, that come from Brazil, they’re no good

<pauses>

It gets stuck, the keys break off and then you have to put a knife around…

You mean the..

You know, the Corned beef you got me, I don’t want them ones again

But it’s the brand you always have

The tins are rusted, they are useless, I don’t want them. Now the ones from France, they’re perfect ,nothing wrong with those, but this Brazilian tin <scoffs>,   they are no good.

Well you know I can’t choose where its packaged right?

You could get the French ones

No, I order the ones in the brand you ask for, online

Well ask for the French tins

They don’t let you choose which country you want the stuff packaged in.

But…

What do you expect, its tinned meat. If they are faulty I can try and complain but…

No don’t complain

Well then there’s nothing else I can do

<mumbles>

You OK?

Ok – just get the French ones next time

<sighs>

 

Stolen Words

Its those stray words

Consonants singing across vacant air

The loose thoughts, that jingle

Emerging from the brains of hidden minds

And escaping

Hovering

Within the grasp of ears

Its the way that they stab

Into heads

Into hearts

Stored away, until finally, freedom

comes – That exultant gasp for life

Rolling from tongues into existence

Permeating the waves

Until, suddenly

Grabbed by a precocious writer

The Late Request

It begins with a clear cylinder

The telltale chink of  a miniature iceberg

Responding defiantly: with a thick “CRACK”

Upon first meeting of its soul mate

Shuddering against the caress,

Attempting to fight the inevitability

Rising without consent

Orifices filed with thick creamy nectar

Until they bob, on the surface

subdued and compliant

No longer resisting

Just the quiet vibration of submittal

Slowly but surely melting

into my mouth

You wait until I swallow the last drop

My lips coated in a sticky delight

Only then do you ask to taste my Baileys

Day 3 – Quotes (compiled early, ha!)

My challenge from Paul over at Palfitness took longer than expected but hooray for finding inspiration when it was needed.

 

Which is why today’s quote was found and prepared yesterday as per yesterday’s quote Day 2 – Quote *grins*

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1. Post three consecutive days.

2. You can pick one or three quotes per day.

3. Challenge three different bloggers per day.

 

And my chosen three bloggers for today (if accepted) are :

 

George for fun

Seeds 4 Life

Voyager of freedom

That’s it all my days up – My thanks to  Paul over at Palfitness, please do take the time to check out his and the other blogs you might find yourself something inspiring to read 🙂