I thinkyou’re like spring umber--just a glimpse of youbefore all’s chartreuse.One minute you’re here,then away--and in the next, I realizeyou’ve always been gone.
Hey, it’s NaPoWriMo Day 30! What?! We did it!
This is for Bjorn’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden, having to do with particle waves and photoelectricity or somesuch.
Nailed it. I am unworthy! No more than a drop needed to turn the pool emerald. (OK, chartreuse)
ReplyDeletesomesuch indeed --
ReplyDeletealways been gone -- wonderous
we did it--
bin nice meetin ya --
see ya on the trail :
Oh, I love this twist on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteGreat mind play
ReplyDeleteand like that, I'm a particle... ~
ReplyDeleteI think of starlight already dead when I lift my wishes. Beautiful
ReplyDelete'You have become just a figment of my imagination.'
ReplyDeleteLike Mrs. Jim was told by a six-year-old girl this morning who was talking with a seven-year-old boy, "We need some space." Oh well.
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I love the colours in this, Marian! You've really caught the opening of buds.
ReplyDeleteThe property of wave as a resonance from that particular image of present and not present also connects to Heisenberg's uncertainty
ReplyDeleteyou've always been gone...
ReplyDeleteA sad realization, as we always try to cling to things so possessively.
You took my breath away with this one, Marian!❤️
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