the skiff is waiting

cry loudly, martyr with flapping ideas

cheers to your rotting words with

limited access, no entrance

beat the cream

spread the butter on

thin vintage breakfast toast

black coffee pending

 

substance, a burrowing idea

don’t ask

just do it

circumstance divides the brave

 

i sit where trees breathe

contemplate the warrior’s plea

the penciled-in thoughts

the moan of slanted arms

reaching for the embrace

inflicting a heart’s think tank

with cold lips

high blood pressure

incredible warmth

voice, spectrum and limitations

 

i am holding you

there is a reason for this

there will always be a reason for this

simultaneously,

I’m setting out to sea

the skiff is waiting

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

written for Three Word Wednesday at: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

This week’s words:  beat, substance and pressure