Your kiss upon my lips
holds broken promises
Your tenderness lies
a trick of the body and the mind
I listen to your heart
I feel it beating
to the sound of another
If only I could make it
play for me instead
But that was before
Before I let my melody change
and let my notes
be played
by his hands, his lips
And you knew
You could feel
the change in tempo
If I could rewrite this piece
If I could make our music
once more
But our song has ended
I am to blame
And with this final note
we take our bow
© 2021 Tina McFarlane. All Rights Reserved.
I’m happy to announce that one of my poems has been accepted for an online publication (details to follow, it’s one that has published my work before), and I’m waiting to hear back from one more. At this point, I’m going to focus on creating new work for my collection and as always, TBM Horror Experts. The collection will primarily be original poems and short stories with a few favourite TBM pieces.
I spent yesterday looking at theme ideas, pulling and organizing some completed/incompleted works, and creating prompts/ideas. This is starting to get real now.
We’ve been binge-watching Supernatural (we never watched the whole series) and this song has been playing in my head, so I thought that I’d share. Enjoy!
Have a great weekend!
-Tina
T. McFarlane - writer and poet 