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Thursday, February 23, 2012

sunset in a cup

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Bring me the sunset in a cup, 
so I may dip my toes in its warm soft glow.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
and I shall dive into orange until I am drunk with its feral beauty!
Bring me the sunset in a cup, 
so I might sleep for ever and forever feel connected to the stars...
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prompt courtesy of
E. Dickinson
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2 comments:

stuart said...

I've been trying to identify for such a long time now just what it is about your creative skill that sets it apart, that gives it the ever-evolving but unique signature that it has. I imagine that this pursuit will never really be satisfied, for I suspect that your writing will continue to evolve, develop, and grow. In this piece, as in so many of your other work, what I see is another example of the wonderful, quiet, subtle ability you have to develop an image, an idea into emotions that happily surprise us all because, once discovered, they seem suddenly clear, as though they were just waiting to be seen and appreciated...much as we enjoy sharing discoveries in the clouds on a summer day. I think you see this in life, in your life, all the time and I'm glad you continue to open our eyes and hearts to what you see. Please don't ever stop.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

thank you ...