Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
Nicely done. Not all who wander are looking to stay in one place.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words. And I totally second your version : not all who wander are looking to stay in one place
Delete'You lament but ashes'. Such a powerful line. Really brings home the truth that the body is just the body.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shailaja ... I am glad that the idea comes out
DeleteSo poetic!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy for your encouragement
DeleteNicely done, Ruby. Really lovely answer to the question.
ReplyDeleteThank you Christine. The credit partially goes to a friend who helped me refine the answer
DeleteWhat a lament!!
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteI love the idea of the wind waltzing in through the door, and the other trying to hold it tight.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words
DeleteI love this song of freedom! "Dust in dust, ether in ether,/I rise with smoke," and "you lament but ashes" are particularly lovely.
ReplyDeleteI loved the way you called it song of freedom ... Wish I could have titled it that way. Thank you so much
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