No Melody
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| Nude On Butterfly Paper |
Ice cracks
as I step on thin layers
air vanishes
as I run to kiss the wind
fire burns my stomach
as volcano rocks, stuck
water slips down my skin
as I sing, no melody.
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19 comments:
Beautiful reflections. I often feel this way too.
Mine's here.
ah...keep singing dulce....and kissing the wind...you are not alone..
oh i so hope the ice is thick enough to carry and the melody will return.. great first 160 dulce
my 160
But there is always hope. Welcome back! My thoughts said to me 'Welcome home!' so if those are appropriate words, take them, please.
elemental dear Dulce
sad but beautiful piece
Hi sweet Dulce - missed you
moon hugs
Simple and beautiful and so very you! Those ironies are so very real to us... they are hardly ironic anymore!
I loved it!
Big hugs,
Nevine
Oops, I forgot to say... in case you didn't get my reply to your comment... thank you immensely for your support. It meant a lot to me!
Nevine
This is incredible it its beauty !!!!!
So full of emotion. You knocked your first Sunday 160 out of the park. Thanks for be a part of the fun.
I have been scared a thousand times over with ice, and recently our ground looks like glass, as the frost sets in.
An English rose drives I mostly to pick up my pleasurable senses, and you too seem like a flower worthy of plucking, as your words are poetry in motion.
A cleverly constructed piece that flowed swimmingly.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Beautiful sensory descriptions, Dulce.
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/11/28/sunday-160-to-awaken/
Came over to your blog by someone else...we are all in the same journey we just get there at different times.. I enjoyed it very much..
in love with the ending verse.
Is that even possible?! For you I believe it is.
:) Liked it very much!
nothing going right,
but the words are perfect...
So good. I do think there is a melody though, hiding somewhere in this. Beautiful image too.
Loving butterfly paper and image.
Thirsting for more Dulce-words. This writing not enough length. Is like kiss on neck, never to arrive at lips.
Hearing slipping water, I wish also to hear unsung melody.
New header is nice, but only that much. If half the world is freezing in sleeting, and cold winds blow in snow, must you really wait until 21 December to make a winter scene heading?
Forgive if I must not make opinion in here.
But I like whole thing very good.
C.
This is nice...and it has so much melody!
I hope your Thanksgiving was nice :)
I sometimes hear myself singing no melody.
I often feel like life has taken me dancing and there is no music for which to keep rhythm.
I hear what is going on underneath the surface here.
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