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...
So vivid! I could picture the heart of the storm.
ReplyDeleteThank you for such kind words.
DeleteThe title drew me in. I love storms, and the imagery here brings the storm alive in my mind.
ReplyDeleteThis is so nice to hear. I am glad I could bring the storm alive.
DeleteVivid and powerful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kathy
DeleteSo intrigued by the violence/peace imagery. "Lulled by thunderous claps."
ReplyDeleteI do hope the contrast works.
DeleteLearnt a new word in the vocabulary.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery of the thunderstorm is clearly etched
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http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2015/09/behemoth-ego.html?m=1
Thank you so much Kalpana.
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