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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The Jinx of the Golden Glint

You flew to distant lands,
I, to assisted living.
You blossomed,
My garden wilted.
Silent. Dusty.
Sunsets, delayed.
Sunrises, lengthened.
Earth, stopped.
Festivals, eco-friendly.
Get-togethers, boastful.
Frames, blank.
Lives, vacuous.
We, plucked out unceremoniously,
Like overgrown weeds.
You, swallowed by the dollar-jinx.


14 comments:

  1. I found this to be very evocative. I've had similar emotions.

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    1. I am a little sad to hear that you can relate to these feelings

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  2. The circle. Very nicely written and presented. I like it a lot.

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  3. Oh, ouch. Sunsets delayed and sunrises lenghtened really spoke to me.

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  4. I'm with Kymm - the sunset/sunrise image together with the earth stopping is fantastic. Great job, Ruby!

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    1. Thank you Christine. I am glad the lines worked well

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  5. I loved the contrasts here too and the comparisons. Awesome!

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  6. No one likes the shorter days under any circumstances. Especially this one.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.