In the fishbowl
In the fishbowl
Time with precipice
With unknown eyes
Continue reading If I’d Write the Day…One Hundred Eleven
It is my honor to share the temple in which all my creative expressions and works will be housed as:
I am grateful for the journey of my steps and all the forms of creative expression they have carried me through. Now standing as a documentarian, poet, teacher and social media consultant I can say I have found the purpose of my current expressions. It is a delight to feel such harmony through these veins of expression. I cannot share enough my gratitude and thanks to all of those that have been so supportive, kind, loving and thoughtful to me as I have taken the naked journey into my voice, through you I am.
Pleave visit my site www.careyroseoconnell.com to know of all my works. The World Poetized is such a wonderful part of my song, look forward to many wonderful additions of PoeArt and Poetry Readings in the months to come.
All my peace and love ~ Carey Rose O’Connell
she was turned on
her screw thread mind
twisted into contact
by the foot of divine
permeating her built insulation
was the unqualified charge
her tongue tired filament fired
with more simple than thought
the supportive wires stemmed in center
contained by her bodied home
a state of altered inertia
glass house throwing no stone
Contributed for meet the bar, allegory over at dVerse Poets Pub
Image by C Rose April 2012
I combed my fingers through curly strands of auburn hair, twisting thoughts into queues for what next to say. Where was the last sentence, did I leave it in the corner again or perhaps its resting on top of my head with my glasses. Tighter and tighter the twist becomes, pulling from each follicle strands of words tied with knotted verbs and bowed adjectives, until finally the spitted paragraph marks the page.
inspired by the prompt ‘comed’ at typetrigger.com
In the dark, the crescendo of our breath turning the air into an oven.
Drops of sweat making puddles for our souls to splash in.
Telling a story of ghosts and skeletons, inspired in each expiration.
inspired by the prompt ‘in the dark’ at typetrigger.com