So perhaps love is this way: high pressure
then afternoon rain, the fresh smell of arrival,
forgiveness, like regret,
staying face up through the cloudy
ablution.
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May 24. Twenty-four Words.
Art & Poetry
Art & Poetry
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and sometimes we tip … and spill
love: the fresh smell of arrival. perfect, susan, perfect.
i love these afternoon storms! And now I get to think of them as love itself, even better!
Magpie–Happa Burfdee, Happa Present Day and Happa Cake Day, belated. Have any and all of my words and pics!
And the 24th was my birthday! What beautiful words. I'll think of them as my present. 🙂
love without shame, even when wrong…face up through the cloudy
ablution, wonderful and I love the pictures bookending the poem.
gorgeous imagery. you painted a canvas full with a simple brush stroke…
nice…this is beautiful…yes i think love may be just like that…
Thought. 🙂
Yes! Face up. I can't get that image out of my head. And the high pressure, afternoon rain, the smell of arrival — this one reminds me of the one where you reference stout coffee and misspoken words. I taste it, smell it. I absolutely love how you pair abstract ideas with concrete images, though not the cliche expected. It's as if I see them peering back at me expectant and far larger than I though. Arresting.
Agreed – well chosen metaphor.
Staying face up through the cloudy ablution.
I had to look it up, but it says it truly. Wash me clean.