you tucked it gently into the hidden pocket in your plaid coat.
And there is stayed
just above the beating heart of the boy
Lay the beast
The twitching nose
furious whiskers
swishing tale
and that curious light
A faint whisper that echoes in the mirror
Puddles
Splashes slapping loud
overcrowding disappointed mumbling
that booted feet stomped in
and not fell through
There was
then
something about the way the trees felt about the moon
Too pale
Too bright
But for you
It was just right
pitter pat
Leaves shushing against your foot paws
scampering
eyes afire with that curious bright
scent of somewhere caught in your nose
seeking not where the light comes from
but where it goes
Author notes
Breezy.
A contest entry
- Yum, Auditions. by Not-The-Sun.
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ah i like it very much. Thank you. smiles.
and smiles again. the whole attitude of this piece captured how mine has been this fall in general.... I love it. -
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I'm glad both of you were the first to comment on this. My total number of friends on AP is two. And I'm okay with that. Never was one to have more than a few at any time.
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Love this line:
" and that curious light
A faint whisper that echoes in the mirror
Puddles"
And this line:
" something about the way the trees felt about the moon"
Your descriptions always bring such vivid pictures into my mind! Also make me feel connected to the words as well! There is beauty in your work.
Dari xxx
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I'm glad both of you were the first to comment on this. My total number of friends on AP is two. And I'm okay with that. Never was one to have more than a few at any time.
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