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...
Hope they had a life jacket on ;)
ReplyDeleteFingers crossed ;)
DeleteYou have so much packed into these lines--multiple meanings, a clear image. I especially love "Tracing the seams" and the rhythm of the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jennifer
DeleteI'll echo what Jennifer said! I love seeing how you are trusting your writing more. I love the ambiguity but also the fine line.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Meg
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