Her body lies
still and prone on the
chipped yellow kitchen counter
A worn, blue washcloth
covers the wide mouth of an empty
Karo Syrup bottle where her head rests
Her grandmother’s
hands massage green Prell
over her head and neck in lazy circles
Warm soapy
water flows into the sink
creating mini tornadoes twirling down the drain
She startles awake,
confused in the darkness of the present,
caught in a moment of rare childhood memories
Great imagery and a sense of tactility. Well done!
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I appreciate your comment so much Erich… it’s comments like yours that make me a better writer and encourage me to continue! I’m loving your blog. ❤
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You’re quite welcome! Definitely keep it up. The world needs dreamers like us!
Thanks 🙂
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Oh yes… the world needs more dreamers! I’m proud to be among them with you.
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The vivid imagery that you crafted with your spell-binding usage of words made my heart melt with joy. Thanks for sharing such a lovely post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 🙂
Warm Regards,
Sidharth
https://sweetdevil69.wordpress.com/
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Thank you Sidharth for your lovely comment. I am grateful. I look forward to reading your work!
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Thanks miss for respecting & accepting my invitation! Please feel free to explore any of my writings whenever you feel like 🙂
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