Crossing the night sky,
the moon
leaves no mark.
The true test
is in reading its path
as it kisses
the sun.
The scent
at the nape of
your neck
during our first eclipse
lingers.
From the far side of the moon,
it’s not an eclipse.
This is our era.
The five word prompts for The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #77 are moon, era, scent, mark and test.
Image credit: © Sue Halstenberg
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Intimate . . . Tender . . .
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As it should be.
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This is awesome.
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🙂 Thank you.
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A true love poem, Ken. Lovely.
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🙂 Thank you.
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The scent
at the nape of
your neck
during our first eclipse
lingers.
This is so eloquent, moving and touched my senses.
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Thank you.
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Every image is perfect. (K)
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Thank you.
Speaking of images, before I posted this today, I actually thought of asking you if you might sketch a sun/moon as a collaboration.
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That’s flattering! I do like doing collaborations, and of course I’m kind of mired in sky imagery at the moment. Let’s file it for the future…my life is in a really scattered mode right now, which I hope will be resolved in the next few months.
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🙂
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Perfection of grand proportions, glowing indeed ❤
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Lovely imagery and image ❤
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I blame my muse (with pleasure).
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