Last train to nowhere
She’s come to stay
Gazing at the mist
In her heart
As it disperses with this suffering
Of space and time
So sweetly.
Grabbing the key long hidden
To open her captive soul
A gust of wind
Unexpected
Moves her hair
So as to consolidate
Her whole presence
With the place.
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Taking part in 55 Flash Fiction Friday
27 comments:
Let her explore and engage.
Joy always,
Susan
I see a lady of elegence and charm with thoughts of a baby in the clouds, which pours rain out from her crying heart!
A lovely poem with a great inspiration of motherly nature.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
really wistful, turn me into one
Beautiful Dulce...oh so beautiful. [once upon a time, my online nickname was Wystful1]
Here's mine
Hope you can find time to visit.
Happy Friday
Happy weekend.
all aboard...love the playful breeze...hope you have a great weekend dulce...
"On Shadow Feet" art piece is inspired and inspiring, I could meditate well using that piece, giving it any significance that came to mind.
Fifty-five words? You sure make them sound like a hundred-and-fifty-five!
My life is full of gusts of wind unexpected--but I had never found words until now.
Thank you for a fine 55
This, plus the picture, is pure poetry.
I so know this feeling...At times we have to force ourself to open up and embrace...
Eché de menos tus versos querida amiga.
Un fuerte abrazo!!
It was only a dream?. And I'm awfully missing your next post.
Oh shoot! That was the LAST train? Now I'll never get Nowhere! (LOL!)
"Wistful" is a great title for this 55, Dulce.
This is just marvelous my friend. Very well done and so poetic. Excellent. Have a wonderful weekend :)
moving away from pain, we all need that. Take a train to nowhere away from pain.
Releasing the soul - something we can fear, yet should all do. Follow the dream and fulfill.
Great 55. My 55 is HERE .
As always amazing...
Really nicely done, the hair lifting, especially paints the picture...amazing it's only 55 words with all that in it.
what a great piece, dulce! you know i'll be following that last train to nowhere with you, but your words always take us to that first place of SOMEwhere - somewhere fabulous!!! ;)
Dulce...
Lovely post, always so heartfelt.
Wonderful 55 My Dear.
Thank You for this beautiful contribution, and please have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
i can see and sense much in these words and am moved... moved to know her.
Happy Friday
I love this reflective poem, it has a timeless appeal~
the picture is great...goes with the reflective words....words of healing and moving forward. Have a great weekend Dulce....
And now that her hair is there... she's there to stay. Beautiful and serene... as if it were all fate.
Have a beautiful weekend, Dulce... with your hair flying in the sky. :-)
Hugs,
Nevine
THANK you all my dear friends.... I ve been so busy- little by little I'll be catching up on you during this Saturday
:)
grabbing the long hidden key...this really spoke to me - and what a depth in just 55 words dulce..
Is she consoled???
So much mist and suffering is there anything tangible to grab hold of
Lovely
You just created a delicate and enchanting and timeless figure that exists- I think- in every woman's heart...
Grabbing the key long hidden to open her captive soul..
I just loved your poem. I adored this line!
Hugs
Betty :))
Such a lovely, poignant piece, Dulce...I feel the solitude and aloneness of your soul.
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