Friday, October 7, 2005

a kind of a hush




all is past, he tells her, all is healing, all is well; in his eyes, though, transparent and blue, is a sadness that belies his story.
circumstance has tatted his existence into a mystifying intricacy, and she wants to reach, touch, reassure him: that someday, though the curtain may stay draped, he
will see the fineness of the filaments and not the empty grimness in between.


10 comments:

  1. Yes, but what is that on the window sill? Photo?
    Nice one, great curtains.

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  2. The cropping is exquisite, the color is striking, the textures are elegant, and the photograph on the sill is a deep mystery.

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  3. Enough about the photo...your WRITING never fails to knock me out...

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  4. a mystery story, a sad love story... anyway, place to the imagination! Great photo and great introduction for a fiction...

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  5. shirley E (your mom)October 9, 2005 at 8:55 PM

    your lyrical prose makes me so proud to be your mom, Lynn (tho' what is left unsaid, and its connection to the photo, leaves me hanging! and I hate to be left hanging!)

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  6. Sometimes we are so used to dumbed down prose and images, spelling out the obvious and insulting our intelligence, that your prose comes as a refreshing gem.
    Just a glimpse, some well polished words to chisel a moment, letting our mind to wander and complete the story with our own sensibilities. Your unfinished words, yet complete in freezing a snapshot of a story, resonate in us.

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  7. Some of your best work Lynn!

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  8. is everything ok in lynn world? could do with a snuggel myself.xxxxxxxxxx

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