It was subtle, the way the best of an amorous mission shall always be, laden with vanilla creamed dreams of perfect completion - She had no inkling, as he in mid December dawn traversed the frost crusted ground and stood on the precipice of their unfolding future. As sun fingered the sky he bowed a gentle genuflect to all lovers who had balanced before on this trivet of he, she and possibility and a poem, his poem penned in hand - knocked, as dawn broke shimmering this forever remembered day.
"laden with vanilla creamed dreams of perfect completion"ReplyDelete
That fantastic line makes me hungry. LoL Beautiful piece, I'm loving "dawn broke shimmering..."
Your link at the whirl takes us to a picture, not this piece.
Oh thank you Laurie.. Great words... When I saw they were yours ... so excited i posted incorrectly...!ReplyDelete
Brenda corrected my link....was so excited to see Laurie's name first 2 links are incorrect 3rd's a charm ... Wish I could remove first 2ReplyDelete
"as dawn broke shimmering this forever remembered day" Gorgeous.ReplyDelete
Lovely poem! I especially liked your use of trivet here:ReplyDelete
"Trivet of he, she and possibility."
There was "frost crusted ground" in my part of the country this morning, for which I was grateful. It allowed me to walk on areas that are now muddy this afternoon, and to take photographs.ReplyDelete
Pearl Girl, what a masterful use of the Wordle. Brenda's use of Laurie's words was the perfect inspiration, and yours delved deep into the soul of romance. I simply loved it! AmyReplyDelete
I'm with Brenda on that vanilla line. yumReplyDelete
Fantastic romantic poem, Pearl. Your turns of phrase and internal rhymes are wonderful.ReplyDelete
Your story was so strong for it to have used those impossible wordle words. Nicely done.ReplyDelete