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| Tracey Emin's My Bed, writing prompt offered by Tess |
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| Wordle 153, thirteen words offered by Brenda |
Modern Art
What a job we were.
Bought the bed on sale - still cost
plenty, a warning
and a grind of course.
A natural sting response
shapes the detritus
during rival nights.
You should be so blunt
as all that broken
glass rolled down by the river
to smooth rock like forms,
green and misty shapes.
We were a good quartet.
Once. In addition to that,
you are so juicy.
March 23, 2014 1:49 PM
Written for Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales
and Brenda Warren's Sunday Whirl
Nicely done Chris....thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you.
DeleteHow your words conjured up such vivid images. However for me the river washing over the jagged memories smooths them out so you can smile back at them with some satisfaction.
ReplyDeleteLucky you! Thanks for telling me so.
DeleteA wordle of words as rumpled as the sheets...
ReplyDeleteI like the thought of a duo being a quartet...no doubt overtones come into play... :)
ReplyDeleteOr perhaps there is more to the story and it really was a quartet, considering the trash around the bed.
DeleteGreat write, Christopher! I vote for the quartet.
ReplyDeletedetritus shaped during rival nights! wowee.
ReplyDeleteClever - and I guess it is good that she is juicy!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Oh I like those river-rolling bottles...nice one, Chris...
ReplyDeleteThank you, friends. May you all find your quartets! Possibly the dissolution of them is no fun but the memories are priceless.
ReplyDeleteWell done! A fine mixture! I'm rather impressed.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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