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...
Very powerful imagery!
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DeleteI thought of taking the stone's perspective too before settling on a travelers. Really gives the sense of timeless indifference...
ReplyDeleteSense of timeless indifference ... These words are so potent ... Might use them somewhere ... Thank you so much
DeleteNice to hear the stone's story. It was a nice touch!
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Delete"tidal dance" - love it. Very powerful! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Laura
DeleteI love the last breath of the waves. So much powerful imagery throughout.
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DeleteLoved the rising crests line!
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