I guess there was no way of knowing that things would turn out like this. As I stood and stared out across the moonlit, mountain vista, I reflected back on what had led up to this moment. When you're a mile high in the sky the air seems so much clearer and your thoughts become crystallised like a moth caught in an arctic freeze.
How can we possibly imagine? ---------------------------------------- I look out of the window to see a sun shine, My children in a library, a million books define, An accumulation of knowledge, an acknowledgement to men,
In the beginning, things were great. Seemingly, it had been a match made in heaven. All the signs were that we had a bright enough future together. I can still recall our wedding day. The sky was an ebullient blue, phosphorescent clouds in the minority as the sun streamed down on the gathering entourage. We readied ourselves for our vows with the theme of the day being how well suited we were. Maybe even the stars had fated our partnership, what with Aquarius and Aries a completely compatible combination. It's hard to imagine how things could turn out so differently.
It had been this way for thousands of years; there was never a question of boredom so long as new entertainment could be found. The only hell in a purgatory of sorts was to be bored. After all, this was forever in a manner of speaking. Memnock took his place as he did every day, perched on top of his fluffy white cloud, positioned nicely for the coming hours.
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Thanks for posting the update
Posted on Mon, 23 Oct 2023
Thanks for posting the update, Jean. Of course, everyone is rooting for you. Another brave, clear account of your journey which will help others reading who are in a similar situation. Take care of yourself. Paul x
That last line made me think of Poe. A very entertaining read and very creative. Next door have the milkman...I can hear the quiet whoosh of the truck at 5am sometimes. Be afraid...
That line made me laugh. That is a veritable box of tricks. Spare bedlinen and towels is probably where we all are, in reality. Adroitly done and made me smile. Paul :)
A gothic-Poe-esque/Irving-esque tale that has me intrigued. I love the prevailing darkness that seems to surround the whole thing. Looking forward to the next part :)
Thanks for posting the update
Posted on Mon, 23 Oct 2023
Thanks for posting the update, Jean. Of course, everyone is rooting for you. Another brave, clear account of your journey which will help others reading who are in a similar situation. Take care of yourself. Paul x
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"But it didn't
Posted on Mon, 23 Oct 2023
"But it didn't
Because I've finished it, it seems
Unless this is just a dream"
I think I have seen you post elsewhere on SM about insomnia. Well...if it fires your writing then we are all the benficiaries! Keep 'em coming,...
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"We view carnage: a word made
Posted on Wed, 25 Oct 2023
"We view carnage: a word made from flesh,"
Powerful stuff, Lena. A poem our world leaders should read and heed. Paul x
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"In
Posted on Sun, 22 Oct 2023
"In
silence of stillness night owl's duty is
almost done;"
Night-time can be Heaven or Hell depending on your disposition. Another poem with your deftness of touch and sentiment. Nicely done, of course Jenny.
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"The dark, dread milkman is
Posted on Sat, 21 Oct 2023
"The dark, dread milkman is near!."
That last line made me think of Poe. A very entertaining read and very creative. Next door have the milkman...I can hear the quiet whoosh of the truck at 5am sometimes. Be afraid...
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"The sixth best pair on the
Posted on Sat, 21 Oct 2023
"The sixth best pair on the ship" - such precision :)
An evocative journey steeped in imagery. I too would love to read more about Iran. Adriotly done, sir.
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There's that underlying, wry
Posted on Tue, 17 Oct 2023
There's that underlying, wry humour that makes your stories so readable. All caught up with this one and hooked on the tale. Yes, keep going!
[You could add links to the different parts to make it more accessible. I think you would get...
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"Letters postmarked
Posted on Sun, 15 Oct 2023
"Letters postmarked Motherwell"
That line made me laugh. That is a veritable box of tricks. Spare bedlinen and towels is probably where we all are, in reality. Adroitly done and made me smile. Paul :)
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A gothic-Poe-esque/Irving
Posted on Sat, 14 Oct 2023
A gothic-Poe-esque/Irving-esque tale that has me intrigued. I love the prevailing darkness that seems to surround the whole thing. Looking forward to the next part :)
[Should "vailed" be "veiled"?]
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"..where each boy had a box
Posted on Tue, 17 Oct 2023
"..where each boy had a box for ‘tuck’ and treasure."
Intrigue and mischief. A naughty uncle's trick and a charming tale. Enjoyed, Rhiannon. Paul :)
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