
Cinnamon Nothing
I draw down cinnamon from the sky to mask blank spaces but still they look blank like nothing is a contagion. Between me and the growth of emptiness is a hug of trees sharper than toothmarks We stand outside our darkness, all of us ~ even the breeze is savage though it whistles
I didn’t have a good week for writing so this is too late for Mr Linky. Nevertheless, thank you Sarah, for the intriguing artworks you shared as your prompt. And thank you, Lee Madgwick for your generosity in sharing them.
There is something really magical for me in that second stanza.
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thank you Bob!
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“… a hug of trees sharper than toothmarks.” A perfect description of the image Worms! 👌😁 👏 Love it! ❤️
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Thanks, Ken! You’re very kind!
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No problem Worms, keep it up! 👍😁
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Oh God, I love this! Every single word. So stark and glaring and precise and clean, like the house portrayed. That last stanza is so enigmatic! “We stand outside our darkness” – the intrigue! Love the photo too. It has the feeling of breeze you speak of, though more of a gentle one 🙂
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Thanks so much! Glad it worked for you!
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Nature has its fangs out in this one. Powerful, worms.
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Ha ha. Thank you!
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It’s the first stanza that had me hooked. Brilliance straight through to the end.
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Thanks so much, Misky!
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