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...
Beautiful as always, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kymm for such kind words
DeleteVisually and poetically beautiful. ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kathy :)
DeleteI love all those colors and images :) Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rose. It is a pleasure to hear from you
DeleteSuch evocative writing. Just lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan. It is so good to hear such encouraging words from you :)
DeleteThis describes our California high desert sunsets perfectly!
ReplyDelete:) its amazing how we can relate to some things sans boundaries and borders :)
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