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The voice folded within inflexions of
syllables, feelings metalled,
out of bounds…
the hand is reluctant to
smoothen the crumpled air where
the voice left a crimson impression of a
long neglected expression
of love.
(Photo by Satosugar, JAPAN) http://www.flickr.com/photos/satosugar/5612649096/in/photostream
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short but sweet:)
“the voice left a crimson impression of a
long neglected expression
of love.”–this bear the imprint of a life I am quite familiar with. I love the creative use of “crimson” there.
Nice one, MJ.
Thank you U! Crimson is a great color – for roses, for color in the cheeks…. 🙂
Uhuh, that’s true. I’ve come across its meanings in books (western). As an African, we one have to show one LOL
Ma’am i really wish i am able to write as articulate as you write .. Its so different
*jaws dropping*
Of course you can, my dear! You have only begun… before you know it, you will be writing good, better than this stuff. You are positive, enthusiastic, committed… all excellent reasons to succeed. Lots of love!
thank you ma’am 🙂 . It was your motivation that drove me to actually start my blog.. all credits to you 🙂
Love how you have fleshed out a voice, given it shape and colour! Brilliant Meenakshi!
Voices have character… mass, weight and texture… then they are also ‘affected’ by the weather of life… oh, I like to think voices ‘say’ a lot. We have to listen beyond the words. Thanks for your warm words – I hear your voice. 🙂
And that is exactly how it happens, if we could only see inflections. They are so real, so palpable, you can almost reach out and touch them. Lovely description.
thanks!
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NICELY DONE!!!!