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Sunlight rips the cloud scene. Suddenly rays – fingertips of the gods touch us. We’ve waited, so long for warmth. Waters subside, floods recede, but safety is relative – not all survive. Raindrops come inside as tears fall from my eyes. I am here, wondering when warmth will return to my life.
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5 comments:
With all those tears you've shed on the Tour, Mimi, it's no wonder the place is flooded. Dry your eyes now, Le Tour de Tahiti needs a reporter. Time to pester Lord Ebren for an all-expenses-paid assignment. The cocktails are on me.
beautiful writing mimi,
'Suddenly rays - fingertips of the gods...' is stunning
can't help wondering how uplifting you could be if you chose that direction, you clearly have a v8 engine under that pretty bonnet...
Agree with File, 'fingertips of the gods' is a lovely phrase. Something without tears next time, Mimi? :)
"safety is relative - not all survive"
Mimi my dear
beautifully written and hauntingly painful...
you are writing the blues,
but remember Jelly Roll Morton's advice:
"rail against the man for all you like and that makes the blues, but when you can laugh about it too that makes the music, and they go together"
dancing in the end, you see,
is what all that suffering is meant to create, strangely...
Dear Doc
"I woke up this morning ...
Saw the sky lit up at dawn"
When I was a kid there was a wonderful wireless show (actually it's still running) called "I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue" hosted by jazz meister Humphrey Lyttleton, and every few weeks or so they would have a round called The Blues. The guests would have to make up a 4 line or so Blues song, and tradition dictated it HAD to begin "I woke up this morning". You've just reminded me of this, and fun.
Thank you.
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