Beauty
For The Sunday Muse Prompt #174: ** The empty glass catches the fading light, its pale blandness turned in an instant into a merry band of colours wending their way around its rim. In the still...
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For The Sunday Muse Prompt #175, and the shades of that garden it reminds me of: ** I am dreaming again of days gone by, of nights – heavy with the weight of solitude – lightened by the joy of...
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For The Sunday Muse Prompt #176: ** When in the stillness of the night, sleep slips away, slowly – my eyes heavy with the weariness of deferred respite – I remember the road from there to here, how it...
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For The Sunday Muse #178: ** In the wisps of the smoke blown in a moment of recalcitrance the man he might yet be lurks. The man he now is and the one he once was yielding in the moment to the future...
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For The Sunday Muse Prompt #179: ** The scent of life and of living hangs heavy on this place, Here, where the weight of memory and first things lose themselves in the labyrinth of the mind. First...
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For The Sunday Muse prompt #180: ** We come to water to be washed and be reborn, this hand cupping the curvature of the face, the other dipped, drenched in the very fluid from which we come, the space...
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For The Sunday Muse Prompt #186: ** Before you call me by this nameand shrink the sum of all my days down to this facade, this still-lifeof sepia pixels flickering like daylight disappearing before...
View ArticleOn the 49 from Northcote
For The Sunday Muse Prompt #188 and the 49 from Northcote to White City: ** On the 49 from Northcote, a young woman sits. She folds her hands, hangs her feet, and lets the world without slip by – grey...
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For The Sunday Muse Prompt #234. Image source: Rosie Ann Prosser.: ** Still, in the silent solitude of repose,I survey the face that peers back at me.Three candles flickering in the dark, a space...
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For the Sunday Muse prompt #235: ** Breath by breath, bead by bead, the prayers of this parched heart rise. Lips quivering with the yearning of a thirsty heart, pursed to take the bloodand flesh,...
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