Thick.
Heavy.
Abrupt.
The rotund bead
Gravitating
With its own weight.
The essence lost,
Smothered in the
Summer-dust.
The ether choked
With bitter conflicts
Of head and heart,
The dissensions
Scarring the
Pristine porcelain.
The torrents stilling
The hurt.
The heavens cried.
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"The rotund bead gravitating with its own weight" – that is a spectacular line! And the whole piece is fantastic. Great work, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Suzanne
DeletePoignantly written, Ruby. Nice job.
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DeleteThe first time I can say that it's a complete use of 42 words. Very well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such kind words
Delete"The dissensions / Scarring the / Pristine porcelain." I love the way you chose your words, and your placement of them in that sequence.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Psychochef for such encouraging words
DeleteWow...I love the way the words just flow...and 'The heavens cried' is by far my favourite line. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Psych Babbler
DeleteYes, the bead gravitating with its own weight. Gorgeous, as always, Ruby.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm. Its always a pleasure to hear from you
DeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jen.
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