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Offer a bit of creative writing for this image.
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THE MIST OF TIME
Hugging the bark like a fine silk glove
The mist encircled the trees
Coating each branch with the careless moisture
Left over at the breaking of dawn
What beauty beholds the thirsty eyes
At this causal offering of nature's finest moment
Blurred and fuzzy like an old photograph
Whispering the essence of a time gone by
Why can't life be as simple as this
A beautiful second in a neverending world
Awash with memories and bathed in remembrances
Like the trees standing in the mist
Bobbi
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5 comments:
misty sun on high
grey trees awaiting leafing
all is potential
Is this the beginning of time? Is this post apocalyptic?
It worked! My time machine worked and I am still alive, thank God. Let's hope that the quantum physics led me to my preferred destination. It is old growth forest...good sign. No jet trails, no mechanical sounds like a distant interstate. Chateau Chillon should be just on the edge of the lake. 17th century Switzerland would have looked exactly like this...I think I have successfully maneuvered myself though the foam of quantum physics.
Let my journal record that on his date...May 22nd, 2009...the first successful transposition of a human to a preset time designation occurred.
Now with a three day window for exploration before returning to CERN, let the adventure begin!
Dan
THE MIST OF TIME
Hugging the bark like a fine silk glove
The mist encircled the trees
Coating each branch with the careless moisture
Left over at the breaking of dawn
What beauty beholds the thirsty eyes
At this causal offering of nature's finest moment
Blurred and fuzzy like an old photograph
Whispering the essence of a time gone by
Why can't life be as simple as this
A beautiful second in a neverending world
Awash with memories and bathed in remembrances
Like the trees standing in the mist
Bobbi, I enjoyed that much!
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GRIEF
Hands claps together
So cold
White
Clammy
The crunch of leaves
Beneath covered feet
Moving
Through the trees
Thick mist
Faded trees
Faded
Colorless
The gray fades
to white or black
Around the cold branches
Trees in the mist
Crunching leaves
White cold hands
Clasping, wringing
Sniffing, sobbing
Silence
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