See Me Beautiful

I me stubborn unbudging indecent extreme steadfast and immovable; I CKS from Requisite Beauty (Fib. Poetry and Portraiture) Self Portrait Flaws to Flawless Perfect is not perfection Stubborn, extreme, yes.  immovable, steadfast; yes.  All things in the good, the difficult, and down right ugly. A wise and beautiful friend once said it was my stubbornness…

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Curious Smiles

she is the apple fruit and shadows burdening; sweetly they drift; her shadows, felling insecurities of night’s unobscured heaviness. and curiously she smirks shadows under her drifting cavity. being. a being. with visions; visions of kindred blindness. paint much love, always, Connie Karleta Sales a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower Feature Image: she is the apple fruit, 12″…

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To Walk

to journey to learn to grieve to fly whisper dark fear I hear you -in my throat dark whisper hear fear fear feel my throat voice calling -I will walk CKS What NaPoWriMo taught me The journey is the simple act of willingness Not the perfection of the destination. paint much love, always, Connie Karleta…

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Spring visits me

Green appeared; chartreusing sparkles beyond the density of winter’s bark. “Here I am!” waving in the breezes. If not a smile then a glimpse; felt in the outer crease of her eye. Spring moves forwards; a branch of green reaches its touch shaking-hands invitation “Good Morning, I am Spring. I am so glad to meet you!”…

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Day 12: Where We Are

neither I sit; restless I tremble. water’s silence spring parades in the shade-cast room behind glass veiled curtain I, road of forgotten dreaming fingers roam; where we are CKS I opened the door open today.  One thing at a time. Brush teeth. Shower.  Beauty in simple tasks not so easy. Dishes.  Food.  Water.  Bird song and…

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Deep Feel You; in Graphite: Day 10

eyes without words deep feel you i, alone in the darkness tears of wilderness stained in the dagger’s burn blurred without vision deep you in i alone in the tears dark wilderness stains burning daggers packed in ice one month to wait you don’t feel i, alone in the wilderness tears stain the packed daggers…

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