What can I say but that I'm living and learning everyday?
It was just yesterday that they lived with certainty, and he selected the finest cabernet as she listened to his proclamation that this was so right...
Oh, it hurts when Friday licks the edges of her smile;
then the sun rises...
And 'we' is nonexistent in her frown and instead transforms to 'you' and 'me'... She attempts to swallow but chokes on sputum tinged with just the right amount of blood...or not enough...to do the inevitable...yet...
Her Spirit Dances Uncontrollably...
And he smells Jasmine with each ballet... She wonders if her scent arouses the tongue of the beast, for there is a bit of savage in most... She ripples in a river of emerald green, and her Affect becomes apparent...
While induction lies within a circle of chants less than sublime...yet...
She Opens And Closes...
She yearns to be special...just to one with integrity as she is led to a field of eager wildflowers hidden within a secret wood smelling of brimstone... Oh, her contrast creates vertigo, and dancing in circles leads her back to the place...
I had some technical difficulties posting this one, so I'm hoping that the graphic, as well as the words, are displaying themselves... Thank you Chloe, for telling me...otherwise I would have posted a blank slate...lol. Hope you like this one it's a bit different...
My Review
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Wow. This is some cumulative storm on a dark lush warp that resonates I realize to one of my old faves forgotten, The City Lights Anthology, with the emphasis on Franklin Rosemont's romantic paranormal surrealism.
This sings strange attractor anima-animus to me, divine animal of the deep Lord of the Jung-le psyche, syzygy soul searching.
What an Extreme of thought, place and feeling here .. what a scene, roaring and painful .. a place that's not for all but calls to many; a dark and out of this world experience, a nightmare brought to life.
you have an amazing style. feels like prose but it isn't quite that. has a bit of free verse to it but in the end it is brilliant. you are an intelligent and gifted writer and i am so pleased to have stumbled upon you
Your first line had me feeling overwhelmed with a sensation of sorrow.. too close to home.. Vibrant, powerful imagery here, charged with emotion: "it hurts when Friday licks the edges of her smile..." You mingle shadows and light so well.
wow, is an understatement for this piece...this is riveting and your images captivating...you bring the reader into this fully...it is a bit haunting but utterly beautiful...
Everything Pax said below (Cuz Im still flipping pages in my dictionary) plus it was really good. I like the imagery (of the words) and I liked the story. favorite lines "if her scent arouse the tongue of the beast" and "friday licks the edge of her smile"