Latest Blog Posts for A Tangled Rope

• Who Was That?
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Fragments
  She moved. She could feel the air on her skin. She could walk and her body could take her there. This was her world and she could move through it. She owned this air and it was right that she could feel it on every inch of her skin. He was a man who...
• Monday Poem: The Night Has Secrets
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Monday poem Poetry
  The Night Has Secrets The night has secrets and the night has rituals.We learn its motions and its dark dances.We learn of all the flickering shadows castBy its eager fires wanting to taste the darkWith their bright quick tongues. We learn the sudde...
• Thursday Poem: The Taste of Silence
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Thursday Poem Poetry
  The Taste of Silence I know the taste of silence,It is here, soft and metallic.You know the taste of disappointmentIts bitter sharp sourness.   We have tasted lifeAnd both turned awayTo face each otherAmid these haunted lonely livesOf those who...
• Monday Poem: All the Secret Moments
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Monday poem Poetry
  All the Secret Moments She walked through all the daysI set out just for her.She opened all the doors I’d closed, turning the key On each new morning’s worldTo step out into all Those days just made for her. Exploring, finding outAll I had ever...
• Like Some Butterfly
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Fragments
  Sometimes it takes too long to deicide, and then the moment is gone, taking off like some butterfly fluttering away from you over the summer garden to land on some distant flower far out of your reach. The moment when that butterfly could have been...
• Thursday Poem: Some Sort Of Smile
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Thursday Poem Poetry
  Some Sort of Smile[Terza Rima] Some sort of twisting smile, almost a sneer Is flickering across the tight hard lipsOf your stone-fleshed new lover standing here As though a thought beyond your naked hipsHas broke through the shallow surface he skim...
• When There Is Time
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Fragments
  When there is time, what then? Now she had time, the kids had their own separate lives, her husband had his own world too and she… well… she had been defined by the shape she gave to their lives as wife and mother. She’d had jobs, of course, bu...
• Thursday Poem: Fingerprints
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Thursday Poem Poetry
  Fingerprints We stand and then we will see how this worldBegins to form the shape of a new dayAgainst the far horizon of our lives. We’ve seen the sun come rising from the dawnBeyond those distant trees on the far hillsideAnd climb on up into the...
• Times That Hold Themselves Out Of Reach
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Fragments
  If the days that fall here, around our feet, like the petals of that dying flower you left behind in the vase, ever give us moments to remember, then it is times like this. Times when the world seems poised on the verge of something, times when poss...
• A Small Indulgence
  on Nov 27, 2010 in Fragments
  She was there in her seat, her usual seat. It had begun as a small indulgence – the occasional visit to the Town Hall, but as the years had passed her concert going had begun to take on a greater significance in her life until it became her only in...

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