on friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more,
no less. if you want to join in the fun and give it a
try...post your story and report it to G-man
I'm late, I'm late, nearly always late. But I'm here and so is my 55.
dreams of white picket fences
pretty things and sweet perfection
drift through the mind of a star
gazer
Hopes and aspirations come to life as
the moon rises in its ellipse
despair born of day light dramas fade
childhood fears of the dark dwindle
while being drawn by the allure of a
star filled night
Love,
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ReplyDeleteWow! It's kind of eerie how in sync our 55s were this week... although yours is much more optimistic. ;-)
ReplyDeleteeaton, this is exactly my feelings of the night, the moon, the stars. excellent writing!
ReplyDelete..."The allure of a star filled night".
ReplyDeleteEaton, you are such a brilliant composer. Thank you so much for sharing your talent and mind with us all.
Take care...Galen
Ok sharing the same wave lengths over the ocean, you two are scaring me...lol..Great post!
ReplyDeleteI like this piece very much Eaton. The idea of daytime mishaps being drawn from the soul in the nighttime is a great turn around.
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