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Another soggy day, air thickly inhabited with portents of coming change. There, at the edge of the visual field, the far distance of the audible wave, a motion, a whisper just caught by diminishing senses. A touch at the earlobe, a flicker on the eyelash. I brush it away with my fingertip.
Another soggy day, air thickly inhabited with portents
of coming change. There, at the edge of the visual field,
the far distance of the audible wave, a motion, a whisper
just caught by diminishing senses. A touch at the earlobe,
a flicker on the eyelash. I brush it away with my fingertip.
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There is a change brewin in the distance
Posted by: niki | 28 February 2008 at 07:29 PM
Stunning work!
Posted by: Tumblewords | 29 February 2008 at 01:15 PM
Phew, don't blink, you might miss it! I like the visual field reference as I've just had mine done at the eye hospital!Lovely snapshot..
Posted by: Sweet Talking Guy | 29 February 2008 at 02:33 PM
mazing snapshot poem i second in time is never really appritiated unless its writen the way you did in the poem thanks for the great visual read
Posted by: mason | 04 March 2008 at 08:37 PM
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There is a change brewin in the distance
Posted by: niki | 28 February 2008 at 07:29 PM
Stunning work!
Posted by: Tumblewords | 29 February 2008 at 01:15 PM
Phew, don't blink, you might miss it! I like the visual field reference as I've just had mine done at the eye hospital!Lovely snapshot..
Posted by: Sweet Talking Guy | 29 February 2008 at 02:33 PM
mazing snapshot poem i second in time is never really appritiated unless its writen the way you did in the poem thanks for the great visual read
Posted by: mason | 04 March 2008 at 08:37 PM