leaves of the poet tree. today’s prompt: closed
photo: yellow hibiscus, ozone9999,duke and sarge, flickr
here now, resolutely resting
i see something swaying, like
a million long tender threads shimmering
and every sweet sincere sound ever heard
softly beating, an audible flutter
suggesting one tidy admission
telling tonic of time. already been,
then when there was obscurity
the door decidedly had disappeared
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
You know, you really write beautifully. I am enchanted by the combination of words you use, the picture you paint with them, and the emotion evoked. And, you prompt me to think, it is as if there are layers to what you write and up to me how deeply I want to think it.
Honestly, thank you.
I like the idea of sounds beating! Intriguing ideas in here. Not sure i understand all of it but the ending is kind of haunting with the door disappearing.
Thanks for checking out the site! I have to admit that I preposted the prompts and when i checked it this morning and saw “closed,” I, too, took it literally for a minute!
yay!
love your dreamy alliteration as usually.
fuzzy and good like a promising catepillar.
Your description of hibiscus, which has always seemed somehow different to me, came WHAM back at me with the “million long tender threads” mention. You’re right – they do look in a way fabricated from nature. Lovely, lovely, Christine! Amy
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This is very beautiful. I love the hibiscus, special meaning for me too. This was very nice to stop by and read. Happy Weekend, G
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