August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


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In That Song

it’s in hearing that song
that brings you back to the time
when you felt you lived
inside that song

its lyrics somehow
reflected what was going on
around you

the ache for things to be different
no matter how many prayers
your heart whispered,
they went unanswered

each prayer seeming more like
a shovel full of dirt
tossed to the side
to deepen the hole
in an attempt to bury your hopes

or maybe discover
water down there
to make a well

where you could stand
and listen to others
whisper down their prayers

you could softly answer
with that song
that wraps around them
and says the ache
is part of you

and it can help you treasure
the good times.

now the ache is a memory
among many memories
sweet and sad and precious
brought back by the melody

in that song.

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Black Pearls

black pearls, by Challenge Convention (Flickr, Creative Commons)

Challenge Convention (Flickr, Creative Commons)

Tried out a #fieryverse prompt from Twitter this morning in a couple of poems as a writing stretch…

Her tears
slide down her cheeks,
drip off her jaw,
transform into
black pearls,
which he collects
in his hands
and treasures.

*****

On the anniversary
of his death,
she wears
a necklace of
black pearls,
and the police
still have
no idea.

*****

Click on the photo above to jump to photographer’s Flickr page (used under Creative Commons non-commercial license).