JenniferMaxwell
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since 09-14-2006
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0 posted 03-06-2010 12:20 AM
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Watching the cursor blink, waiting for words to rise from the bowl of emptiness. Breath in, breath out, slowly, slowly. Let go of forced constructions, distractions and other thoughtful things. Wait, wait for the mind to still and cross to the borderland where watercolor images wash away time, place and distance -- cherry blossoms
The gods put on their mercy coats that day and pulled from their pockets cherry blossoms that stilled the furious voices as petals drifted slowly over tortured shoulders. From sleeves of kindness they drew kites of chittering sparrows and flew them on softest sighs that changed the wind chime sound of the fountain into the ringing of her wedding bells. Lost for so long in a labyrinth where fearful shadows grow as tiny deaths in the wake of the watchman’s footsteps, the May light on sweet distant memories forced open the iron gate. She caught petals in the palm of her hand, held them out as a child holds a snowflake on a woolen mitten, smiled and said with a voice that hadn’t spoken for days, “The color of my wedding dress”.
Save file, close program, rinse out coffee mug, close the breakroom door -- remember and forget.
[This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (03-06-2010 12:51 AM).]
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. I'm glad to see that you've taken prose and made it work almost like haiku, with its snappy descriptions and succinct presentations.