scraped knees by Teri H Hoover
The sky crawled on toward Monday,
scraping its knees, on the barren trees of Sunday.
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| Virginia Tech Drillfield, Blacksburg, VA Jan 15, 2012 |
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
scraped knees
January 15, 2012- Small Stones
scraped knees by Teri H Hoover
The sky crawled on toward Monday,
scraping its knees, on the barren trees of Sunday.
scraped knees by Teri H Hoover
The sky crawled on toward Monday,
scraping its knees, on the barren trees of Sunday.
unspoken
unspoken by Teri H Hoover
The words she said were
lost
filtered into white
sinking
into
blue.
Her heart contracted just
once more,
the passage was no longer
barred.
Her mouth, a wordless
cavern, exhaled her heart aloft.
The water jump, of her
belonging
shattered into edgeless
shards.
A gentle return to the
defining floor.
A glittering, littering
pile of
unchosen yet unfettered
words.
Collected, and winnowed,
garbled and anointed,
defined and discarded,
The amateur cognoscente
of words.
Breathing into focus,
an image emerges.
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Process notes:
This is my first contribution to the
photo prompts of Tess Kincaid on her blog The
Mag at Magpie Tales
And it has WAY more words that I like to use... and they feel strained to me- but I imagine the woman in the image might have strained a bit before she succumbed. Thanks for visiting-
And it has WAY more words that I like to use... and they feel strained to me- but I imagine the woman in the image might have strained a bit before she succumbed. Thanks for visiting-
Further more:
I have spent a year now floating around in the world of words. I began writing Small Stones in January 2011 and never stopped. In the hour of time this piece took to evolve, it continued to push toward the idea of words and wordlessness. It highlights my continued efforts with words and the continued comfort with images. The happy photographer and the reluctant writer, I seem to continue to delve deeper than I ever intended.
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I have spent a year now floating around in the world of words. I began writing Small Stones in January 2011 and never stopped. In the hour of time this piece took to evolve, it continued to push toward the idea of words and wordlessness. It highlights my continued efforts with words and the continued comfort with images. The happy photographer and the reluctant writer, I seem to continue to delve deeper than I ever intended.
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