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.


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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousDecember 31, 2014 at 11:47 AM

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

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    1. TMWHickmanDecember 31, 2014 at 12:11 PM

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

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  2. AnonymousDecember 31, 2014 at 1:51 PM

    This pieced gave me chills! So, so good.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 31, 2014 at 2:45 PM

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

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  4. UnknownJanuary 1, 2015 at 3:12 AM

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

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  5. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 1, 2015 at 3:59 AM

    Loved your vision

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