Who am I not to say?

Thursday, September 08, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 17

She couldn't quite feel his lips against hers. The powder got in the way, but they did taste sweet. She decided to serve Tarte Tropézienne for breakfast more often.

#kiss #microfiction #breakfast

He crossed the room in three long strides and hugged me longer than convention dictated. Emboldened or perhaps weakened beyond resistance, I tipped my face up and pressed my lips to his. Whether he'd planned it or not, he suddenly found himself kissing me back.

#microfiction using the hashtags #vss365 #kiss from #twitter

Wednesday, September 07, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 16

She folded me into her arms, resting her head against mine, kissing my hair.

She sighed, "Did you feel that?"

"You mean that little pop inside my chest. That sensation like when two soap bubbles meet and the barrier between them vanishes and they become one?"

"Yes."

#kiss #microfiction

The statue pictured is one of 12 in local villages by Lise Tatin.

Name of the statue: Giboulées (Showers)

Month represented: April

Location: Saint Poix

Effervescences of nature, love is at the rendezvous and youth is full of hope.

Moriarty

Tuesday, September 06, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 15

'Just A Taste'

Both with lips still greasy from pizza and with garlic scented breath we shared our first kiss.

#kiss #microfiction #pizza

Monday, September 05, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 14

Watching your face come

back into focus as you

sit back from a kiss...

(for my late husband Jay)

#haiku #kiss #poetry

haiku

#haiku

The end of the storm

comes, revealing stark softness,

a sky once more blue.

#poetry #storm #weather

Now That's What I Call Service

Me: Can we get some water over here, please?

Nature: Sure. You want ice with that?

#nature #thunderstorms #rain #hail

haiku

#haiku

blue skies and sunshine

thundering rain but the wrong

angle for rainbows

#poetry #thunderstorms #rain

'The Lure'

Everyone wondered why the cat always chose that particular landing to sleep on in the sun. It was because that was the landing where all the good smells gathered. That old soul with the bent tail that no one ever gave any attention to, no one except me the night I made fish chowder and it chose my windowsill instead.

#microfiction #cats #flashfiction

haiku

#haiku

When the sun comes out

from behind the clouds, it melts

the chill from my soul.

4 November 2021 🌞❤️🌻

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 13

I grabbed the tail of his jacket and pulled him into the cloakroom with a giggle. He laughed back at me and then buried his hands in my hair and pressed his mouth to mine. I surrendered completely to his kiss and sighed in his arms until someone showed up looking for their coat...

#kiss #microfiction

Saturday, September 03, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 12

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 12

I felt his hand on

my back. His mouth parted my

lips, and before I

knew where I was, I was lost

in tanka length fantasy.

© Osquer Campbell 2022

#kiss #tanka #poetry #poem

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 11

His gruff manners were somewhat odious to her ethereal nature. While he liked to shout, she preferred to whisper. He stomped; she tiptoed. He pounded; she tapped. He devoured; she tasted. But when he took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, all thoughts of a more delicate love disappeared and she knew the meaning of animal hunger.

#kiss #microfiction

Friday, September 02, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Bonus Edition

'Colpo di Fulmine'

It was a dark and
stormy night...weather almost
as wild as your kiss.

🔊 Sound on. 🔊

#haiku #ColpoDiFulmine #kiss #thunderstorm #rain #weather #lightning

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 10

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 10

"Come closer."

"I'm afraid

to sit beside you

because

if I sit beside you

I'm going to want

to hold your hand

and

if I hold your hand

I'm going to want

to put my arm around you

and

if I put my arm around you

I'm going to want

to put the other one around you

and

if I put the other one around you

I'm going to want

to pull you close

and cradle your head

against my shoulder

and kiss your hair..."

"That sounds lovely..."

© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#kiss #microfiction #flashfiction

Thursday, September 01, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 9

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 9

'Not Just The Rain'

The salt of her tears

as he kissed her was

the most delicious thing

he had ever tasted.

© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#kiss #micropoetry #poetry #micropoem #rain

Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Snack time with Moriarty and Watson

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 8

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 8

He kissed me. I couldn't believe it.

He actually kissed me!

And then I woke up.

Damn.

© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#kiss #microfiction #flashfiction #dream

Tuesday, August 30, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 7

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 7

'The Royal Box'

“My Lady, he turned. “Will you see if I’ve left my program?” He recalled placing it on the rail.

She picked it up in her gloved hand, “Here it is, Your Majesty.”

He took her in his arms, “Won’t you call me Peter?” He pressed his lips to hers.

“Peter,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

#kiss #flashfiction #microfiction

Monday, August 29, 2022

#AtFirstKiss Vol. 6

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 6

"Country Waltz"

Ages of waiting came to this

For the first time could had overthrown should

He bent his head for our first kiss

Beer and cigarettes never tasted so good

© Osquer Campbell 2022

for Kiefer Sutherland

#poetry #kiss

Sunday, August 28, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 5

#AtFirstKiss 💋Vol. 5

I awoke

with the memory

of your kiss

on my lips

though we've never met

#kiss #micropoetry #poetry #poem

Saturday, August 27, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 4

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 4

That moment when a gasp becomes a sigh...

© Osquer Campbell 26 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#flashfiction #kiss #micropoetry #microfiction

Friday, August 26, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋Vol. 3

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 3

I dropped to the floor
in front of him,
moving closer
so that we were
knee to knee,
thigh to thigh,
hip to hip,
belly to belly,
heart to heart,
and, finally yes!
Lip to lip.

#kiss #poem #poetry

Thursday, August 25, 2022

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 2

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 2

His kisses went from timidly tender to exploratory to starving man with a pear with startling rapidity.

© Osquer Campbell 24 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#flashfiction #kiss

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 2

His kisses went from timidly tender to exploratory to starving man with a pear with startling rapidity.

© Osquer Campbell 24 August 2022 🌞❤️🌻

#flashfiction #kiss

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

At First Kiss 💋 Vol. 1

#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 1

"Is it possible?" he asked.

"Possible..." She laid a hand against his cheek.

"...probable..." She slid an arm around his waist.

"...likely..." She pressed her body against his.

"...and very definitely true." She kissed him.

#flashfiction #kiss

Friday, August 12, 2022

Beaux Rêves

Beaux Rêves

(for Paul Bettany

as Dustfinger in 'Inkheart')

The room was familiar

I had been there before

In a previous dream

Now I'd come back for more

I remembered your face

Though I had lost your name

I'd forgotten the rules

And the point of your game

The steps of the dance now

A mystery to me

Though I'd once known them all

Someone's stolen the key

Every egress is barred

The door shut, windows closed

There can be no escape

From the questions now posed

Smug Mode

haiku

#haiku

It is much too hot

to write about it. Even

my parchment is parched.

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Worry Beads

WORRY BEADS

I made these from the remains of me.

I formed them out of ashes and bone.

Everyone wants to collect a fee

Though I forged them all quite on my own.

Some are blue for my poor broken heart.

Some stained grey for the shadow of debt.

Others green for the sake of my art.

Some dyed colours I haven't named yet.

Clicking of beads and ticking of time,

Pray, what will this revolution bring?

Will there be rhythm? Will there be rhyme?

Will I finally feel free to sing?

Micropoem

I was early for my date

with destiny.

Unfortunately,

Fate was running late

and we missed each other.

Tuesday, August 09, 2022

Who's Been Touching My Stuff?

WHO'S BEEN TOUCHING MY STUFF?

I can feel spilled ink

sloshing around

in my head,

staining my brain,

my hippocampus

smudged

with fingerprints

I don't recognize.

Where did these

marks on my memory

come from?

Who's been

rearranging my ideas?

Someone has gotten

too comfortable

in my own thoughts.

Monday, August 08, 2022

CRUSHING QUESTIONS

I will never look into your eyes

or rather, you won't return my gaze.

I can't become the cause of your sighs

though dreams of you drift throughout my days.

Would you believe that I fancied you

if you and I were ever to meet?

Would you bother to think of me too?

Would you find fantasies of me sweet?

(for Brendan Fraser)

Saturday, August 06, 2022

Trollsome

I invented a new word:

TROLLSOME

It's the opposite of wholesome.

Saturday, July 30, 2022

haiku

bleached white and bone bare

still reaching skyward giving

itself for support

Sunday, July 24, 2022

haiku

#haiku

A seagull broods on

the busyness of the beach,

alone in a crowd.

#poetry

Magical things do happen.

SGT Dominick Cutalo, Vietnam Veteran, on meeting Kathleen Ryan who was a young girl when she wrote a letter to servicemen in Vietnam in 1971.

He replied and she traced him 51 years later.

"With all what's going on in the world today this is a little bit of happiness. I can't find anything wrong at all with a little bit of happiness."

Seen on NBC News 23 July 2022. 🌞❤️🌻

Friday, July 22, 2022

haiku

#haiku

The cats and I nap

under an open window.

The rainstorm moves on.

#poetry

Wednesday, July 20, 2022

tanka

#tanka

bales stand in a field

shoulder squared against shoulder

in another field

they say don't be such a square

man just let the good times roll

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

Hyades

The salt of her tears as he kissed her was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

for the Hyades

#MicroPoem #MicroPoetry #poetry #rain #mythology

Friday, July 15, 2022

haiku

#haiku

The grass is crunchy

and the leaves are limp. Plants beg

me for a rain dance.

Thursday, July 07, 2022

Heaven, Nirvana, The Afterlife...

Heaven, Nirvana, The Afterlife...

Now we see through a glass darkly...

I think when we die, we no longer experience what things look like or sound like or even feel like. I believe that we will know what they really are. We will be able to know the individual atoms of a leaf and the entirety of the tree, of the Earth, of The Universe at the same time.

55 Word Fiction

Thursday, June 30, 2022

Speaking Out

I usually keep pretty quiet, but I see too much these days that makes me want to be loud.

♀️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇺🇦🙏🏻🙏🏾🙏🏿🤬☮️🕊️

#WomensRights #WomensRightsAreHumanRights #LGBTQIA #LGBTQ #TransRightsAreHumanRights #UkraineWar #BLM #SayGay #Pride #FreeSpeech #Peace #love #GunControlNow

A Delightful Nonsense Twitter Conversation

Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Top o' the World Ma!

I was looking out the skylight at something Mr. C was showing me when I noticed something odd: blossoms in a tree where I'd never seen any before. Then I realized that it was the clematis which had grown up through the branches and was blooming near the top. 🌸🤯

#flowers #garden