Fleeting – a Musette

Another new follow of mine but am sure well known.   Always moving thoughts that drift in and out poking at emotions where breath sweeps along with beats of the heart.  

Please visit Ryan.  Follow and enjoy.  I doπŸ™
Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing this tryst – night-born, would live; would die with dawn. – Ryan Stone With thanks to FT Ledrew for introducing me to the Musette form.


What Is Beauty?

The dawn still sleeps under a midnight blue sky
When birds, chirp and tweet, the sweetest sound
Lazy eyes awake to a buzzing as the sun begins to rise
Breath blasts out a thank you, in,

Stepping through the door
Skipping down a path
The smell of coffee brewing, at the corner store
Croissants perfuming the air, the artist,

The flakes that crumble, breaking apart
Melting on tongues, tasting the bakers heart
Smiles walking by
Strangers, greeting,

Strolling through a park, sipping
Sitting on a bench, crumbs feeding
Beaks pecking on the ground
Peace in an urban setting,

Eyes light up at first sight
The half of a whole walks up
A kiss on the lips that thrill
The joy of beauty, is this,

A journey floats inside the mind
To find, the meaning of life in kind
Where colours of cultures mix
In peace, an addicts

Lands that dot the seas
The earth that rises high to the sky
Cloaked in green swaying to the breeze
Watching the sun set, before the,

Orange fades in with a glowing yellow
Sparkles over the ocean, so mellow
Love floats on a heart of glass
That can break, with a tempests,

What is beauty? but a choice
To live a life designed with a voice
To speak, to sing, to laugh, to photograph
Memories like the paint on a canvass, that,


Eclipse of the LipsΒ 

Feeling the bitterness rising to your lips Furious words from your mouth drips Fuming, livid, irate emotions are the only sound Affection, devotion, love no longer surrounds Once full of respect with fireworks to thrill Now Irritated, resentful rage is what we feel Listening, watching chills me to the bone Can’t inhale words once they’re blown Unreasonable temper […]

A reblog from the talented Carisa Adrienne.  If you’re not following.  Please make your way to her blog.  It’s Divine.