Passions in Prose |
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golden windows |
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JenniferMaxwell![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
It happens every morning as the sun begins to rise, windows on the tenements take on a golden glow, reflecting back a light that never reaches inside. In that world of one way mirrors, poverty’s the glaze, the gold is on the outside. Reflections are distorted, the glass is streaked by history, empty hands pass on the hopelessness, spill cups of dreams and aspirations, fracture fragile panes until they hold the cold of winter through seasons of a lifetime. |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
That same gold spreads to cover trees branches yearning for spring. A |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
I can't get enough of your stuff, Jennifer. Your opening sentence was a runon, but other than that the prose-haiku was strong as usual. Your mournful angsty tone here was nicely done also. Thanks again for sharing. |
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