55 Flash Fiction Friday...

Indigo blue, indelible in a crease-less velvet
sea of stars, securely woven into the fabric
of night, oblivious to the naked search
of an eye

Lone stars reflect a single poignant truth,
witnesses to an unfolding destiny, undeniable
in brilliant clarity - observed in a period of
time intoned in the voice of an angel.

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Spring is here and looking her very best in Melbourne. It's warm and sunny, with a whole lot of humidity...very inspirational for writing 55's. Have a wonderful weekend everyone. :)









Love,

Eaton

If there is a secret to be had, a woman will find a way to get at it...

A cacophony of invisible innuendo slyly ties each voice together,
whispers loudly infer: she is the bejeweled, king's ransom.
Gowned 'round her bountiful waist, exotic silk and lace dance a
flurried sweep of fluid movements, beckoning all to her call - femme fatale.

beware...
transparent tulle bares the rise and fall of Heads of State,
on breasts incandescent in 1000 watt candle light. Diamond
bright eyes beguile with a sultry smile, coquettishly implied behind
the flutter of a feathered fan;

with a flick of her delicate wrist,
a twist of ruby red lips,

subtleties she employs to expose lies to spies in a game named - Seduction.

Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday

Love's words rob me of breath, my mind's-eye viewing images your thoughts create, the thrill of each intense sentence opening windows in the mind to view a visual epiphany curling around each neuron, slowly sliding along ecstatic nerves begging anticipated graphic phrases - a delight to hungry eyes that espy the purpose and their meaning.

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Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...

For all of us who struggle from time to time with an utter lack of inspiration.

Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy & Prosperous New Year!   :)



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I write on the edge of words
searching for insistent wisps,
teasing glimpses that dance out of reach
circling the peripheral corners of my mind,

lack of letters dangling from the end of my pen; no beginning - no end.

Mysterious thoughts leaking black for lack of illumination, leave me in a
state of agitated stagnation

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Love,


Eaton