Monday, November 10, 2003

a sound swing

the bell rings.
reflecting, setting sorrow aside, she realises that she has done her best.
the game – mere and obscure – has been played. points have been tallied. sides have been taken. the scoreboard is invisible in the shadows.
what has she won, she wonders, or lost:
the jackpot? an eternal place in the wings?
it doesn't matter.
she played to take part, and not to prevail.


  1. ~very interesting capture, especially with the verbiage attached~

  2. A beautiful composition, Lynn. And what a glorious place to be cycling on a crisp autumn day ..... wish I was there!

  3. I think I have a picture of that street in my Amsterdam collection somewhere! ;) (From the outside, and not nearly as interesting a shot!)
    And what a sad and lovely bit of writing to go with it. I really can't wait to meet you - all these little things you write, so many of them really reach out and grab me personally, relate to something in my own life. :)

  4. Isn't it amazing how the two images (reflection and though the window) look?
    Very nice. :)

  5. This image made me stop and study it.

  6. This time the words intrigue me more than the picture (and the picture is excellent)