Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Microstories: Reunion

His grief stopped everything.

Pendulums, covered in opaque stillness,

Intricate gears rusted into grudging quiescence.

Yet

His heart keeps perfect time

The seconds always counting down,

Until she stands before him again,

her eyes radiant.

And he knows

The time is now.


7 comments:

  1. The time is indeed now. Nice write...oh, and a Happy New Year to you and yours.

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    1. Thank you! And a Happy New Year to you and yours as well!

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  2. This pieced gave me chills! So, so good.

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  3. What Susan said! Lovely write. Happy new year. Hugs!

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  4. Love the heart/clock imagery. "Intricate gears rusted into grudging quiescence." And the radiant eyes!

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  5. A beautiful end. I love the use of the gears halting yet the heart still going.

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