Friday, 6 December 2013

Love is a lie when not in their hearts, but in their eyes

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The sea was rough with horse waves, rode hard by a cold east wind.

I die...for a ghost watches without judgement. He had come in tears wearing shredded flesh and I gave love. Now he sails and loves only what waits ahead,

So at each shingle roar I mourn the kiss he never felt,

7 comments:

  1. author.nara.malone6 December 2013 at 20:45

    Love the power of the sea conveyed in this--rough with horse waves. Beautiful write.

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  2. G-Man6 December 2013 at 21:29

    John...
    Your link worked, and you had a very creative and profound 55
    Fantastic and well written My Friend
    Thanks for playing and sharing, your imagery was awesome, have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  3. Yvonne Osborne6 December 2013 at 22:20

    Horse waves?? Is that like mare's tails????

    Love the ocean...love the lakes, rode hard by a hard east wind, or west as tonight.

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    1. John (@bookdreamer)7 December 2013 at 09:25

      No, that's too fine and delicate. I had in mine an image like this

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  4. Margaret12 December 2013 at 23:23

    Galloping waves (I can see them in my mind) Nice

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.

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