a temporary time and place
woven between green leaf lace dark
space, he sits listening to thunder,
mesmerized by lightning, waiting for
rain to spill; splashing a musical refrain
upon his face upturned in the untamed night.
A smile lighting deep brown eyes. In the silence
I hear him whisper, "darlin', here comes the rain."
If you've written 55 words, no less no more, go on over to
G-Man, let him know and he'll pay you a visit!
Love,
hiya! long time so see. and here you are. back. with such a beautiful piece....
ReplyDeleteElectric. You can put great feeling into your work.
ReplyDeleteWell done. One can feel the air.
ReplyDeleteGreat 55
Such a hopeless Romantic Eaton...
ReplyDeleteFabulous 55...
I love your wonderfully talented heart and soul..
Have a Kick-Ass Week-End...G
that is so lyrical! I love that poetry!
ReplyDeleteI hope he didn't speed up his pace because of a little rain. Slow and easy is the way to win this particular race.
ReplyDeleteYou do this so very well! Great read. :)
ReplyDeleteIt was a little eerie, but at heart very romantic.
ReplyDeleteThis is pretty sharp Eaton-I really enjoyed it..
ReplyDeleteHey, were you near that last earthquake..just curious as it was big huh?
I always like it when you swing by to grace my page! Ha..seriously-
One day i may try to write 55 words - you made it. I do not have a horse and it a friend of mine that have that comb - I had never seen it before i took the photo, MB
ReplyDeleteIs it you that have taken the photo?