Sweet Captivity

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Somewhere~

in the silent breath twixt unconcious bliss

and first morning light’s dewy kiss

my soul stands still,

my mind’s free will

unfettered by the constraints

of cruel convention,

what strange dimension

of perfect comprehension,

the bliss of awakening.

Gone the phantasm of night,

its war of demons driven back

by crystal shards of daylight~

my heart softly weeps

for the memory sleeps

on within its cell,

magic’s darkest spell

lingering,

fingering

the rusty keys,

tormenting,

unrelenting.

The choice  my own,

the seeds were sown

so long ago.

How could I know 

such sweet  fruit

would wither, rotten

in the garden of the forgotten,

where silence is not golden

but deafeningly black and blue~

It waits there for you.

 

Cheryl KP copyright words and images 2019

This post brought to you by blogger Linda Hill

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I gave you all that pain allowed,

wiped every tear and thusly vowed

to keep my tender heart confined,

the unseen chains that I designed

were all that would embrace me,

enfold, protect, encase me.

And yet, somewhere within this cell

there lies the deepest, hopeful well

of adoration, inclination,

burning, churning, yearning-

that you find me and remind me

how it feels to feel again.

 

CKP copyright words and image 2018

 

 

Passion or Pain/#SoCS

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Passion or pain,

tell me again

why I surrender

without a thought

of what I ought

to expect,

no regret,

for blood runs hot

and soon is forgot

the sting of sorrow

left for tomorrow

when ‘ere you are gone

leaving me here alone

with naught but a glint

and the sultry scent

of frenzied lust

and dauntless trust,

drunken I wait,

and anticipate

the passion,

the pain

like wine,

so fine..

 

 

CKP 2018

Copyright words and image

When I took these photos I was amazed by what I first thought could be a mother and offspring, then looking it up, perhaps an attack by a smaller bee. Then, after further research it seems it is what my camera led me to intuit. This seems to be a mating, although the little guy may have set his sights too high. Within seconds she tired of the game; and with a flick of her wings sent him flying as she moved on to other pleasures. Happy Saturday and welcome to the Free 48! I hope you will visit Linda Hill’s blog for more inspiration about today’s #SoCS prompt, which was fine. 

 

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