Monthly Archives: November 2014

GIF

Do you know you are a GIF in
someone’s Performance Art? The
gold in your blue uniform glittering in
old sun, your hot-pants emphasising your
long dark legs, your
silver batons never quite
twirled above your
shy smile.

But then we are all a GIF in
someone’s mind, some moment
burnt, looped in the soul, some
mannerism eternally annoying, some
gesture that caught in the throat, a
split second when the mask slipped, and
your face cracked open with a
shy smile.

Situation Tragedy

If life was a performance, the
world a stage, then hers was an
ill-attended matinee on a
wet Tuesday, apt as a metaphor as she
trudged to the station wearing the
wrong shoes under an
inadequate umbrella, and when a car
sluiced her feet with muddy water she
heard an audience laughing.

Titters twittered in her head whilst
wedged between odd-looking commuters;
dropping her keys in a puddle got a
lonely guffaw, but tripping over the
package left in the lobby more
general amusement; the empty fridge
ramped up the jollity, becoming
hysterical as her wet face grimaced at the
peculiarly dead taste of dried fruit.

“Rock Lobster”, The B52’s

Listening again to old records, wondering if

our kids will ever understand how

mad we were, how

mad we wanted to be, how

mad we still are, yet remain their

sane parents.

Thin Clouds and Cigarette Smoke

Moon, thin cloud and smoke

It was all over so soon, Jazz:
front men becoming side-men then
sidling to the back as electricity and
loud voices drowned them out.

So the Jazz player leans against the
back door of the thumping club, the
mood lost, staring at the Moon, thin clouds
and cigarette smoke.

Temperature's Rising

Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That

MULTIGLOM

The Anne Billson blog

A Submissive Wife

Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.

Life of a Kinky Wife

Marriage with a Twist

The Weaver of Words

"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment all you do is feel." -Atticus

Works of an Unsettled Mind

Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs

Upashna

In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.

My Liver's Trying to Kill Me!... Oh Wait.

A Journey to a Healthier Me.

Undressed Thoughts

layers of my onion head

The Wild Heart of Life

"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce

Veronica Love-Wylde

Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World

my controlled ascent

living and loving as a married submissive in my D/s marriage

Filimages

A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?

BlogUnseen

Written Thoughts, Spoken through verse...

Jupiter's Lair

Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...

A Quest for the Uncliche

Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds