photo by Toni Frissell
She wasn't
Real
or
Was she a
filament
Of his imagination
Floating
Rhythmic breathing;
mine
or Hers.
A screenshot
Wounded
Mind, Heart
Unreal
Mythological sorrow
escape
to The Sea of Tranquillity

Excellent response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteRefreshing read. I like the bit mystery to this one, Rel! Sadly, I'd end up a reality rust!!
ReplyDeletefilament of his imagination....love it!
ReplyDeleteYou found a mystery in this picture. Your work is very sparse and clean. I found that there is a rhythm to water even though the water in the picture is mostly still. Well done.
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Filament of imagination--interesting change of phrase.
ReplyDeleteLight and delicious...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI like the confusion between selves.
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