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Lonely in the milieu


The jam packed six - eight lanes,
The buses almost bursting at their seams,
Yet another lac or so that crowds the metros
I stand amidst a huge milieu ...
Of seemingly empty hearts

Linking with Trifextra : Week Fifty-Five - For this weekend's challenge we're asking you to include some hyperbole in your piece.  It doesn't have to be the whole piece, but it needs to be in there, and we're looking for 33 words, as usual.


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  1. GinaFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:57 AM

    It's so true. We can be alone and sad, empty, surrounded by hundreds of people. Reminds me of the mindless way people go to work in the city.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsFebruary 20, 2013 at 8:47 AM

      Thank you Gina. It is so good to hear such encouraging words.

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  2. DraugFebruary 17, 2013 at 8:51 AM

    This is really cool. I love it a lot (:

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  3. LibbyFebruary 17, 2013 at 9:05 AM

    Alone in a crowd... You described a big city commute perfectly - good hyperbole!

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  4. AtreyeeFebruary 17, 2013 at 9:56 AM

    Beautifully written!

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  5. BoFebruary 17, 2013 at 12:44 PM

    Brilliant! I have missed your words.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsFebruary 20, 2013 at 8:56 AM

      Thank you Deana. Your words and support means so much to me.

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  6. lumdog2012February 17, 2013 at 1:56 PM

    Your hyperbole cleverly portrays the travails of a commute. Nice one!

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2013 at 2:38 PM

    This is beautiful. Lovely images. I really like this. :)

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  8. BoFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:39 PM

    I thought I already commented on this. Sorry. It's really good!

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  9. LanceFebruary 17, 2013 at 8:41 PM

    milieu is one of my favorite words...you ahd me there. well done, Ruby

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsFebruary 20, 2013 at 10:17 AM

      Thank you so much Lance. I can't tell you how happy I am to hear from you.

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  10. kymmFebruary 18, 2013 at 1:00 AM

    Had to look up "lac" - I've never heard it before.
    Apart from hyperbole, you also rocked irony: all those people and such lonliness.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsFebruary 20, 2013 at 10:20 AM

      Thank you Kymm. I realized later the difference of counting systems.

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  11. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2013 at 1:52 PM

    Sounds desolate! :(

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