Saturday, March 6, 2021

Moon on Ebony and Ivory

 


We danced to the end of the world on piano keys warmed by the moon.

©Susie Clevenger 2021

American Sentence: Seventeen syllables

The Sunday Muse #150 

 


14 comments:

  1. Oh how I love this poetic dance Susie!! An amazing American Sentence!!

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  2. What an eloquent American sentence. It fits the image so well!

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  3. This chill but luminous sense of ending is entrancing.

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  4. I'm hearing "Sway" playing in the background. Sweet American Sentence, Susie!

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  5. This could go different ways, but I like imagining the romantic story only hinted at by the words. I feel tenderness rising up—young, innocent love ... or old! And gosh, just a little taste of something can go such a long way. I love this.

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  6. Might I suggest a theme song to go with your micro: Dance Me To the End of Love, Leonard Cohen. Nice job!

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  7. Perfectly done Susie, short and sweet they would say!

    Hank

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  8. 'Fore the moon grew dark the sun didn't shine and we fell from Earth's sharp edge
    Great seventeen, Susie
    ..

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  9. Well done and fits the image! My mind wants to go in different directions as I ponder your words.

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  10. Music with seventeen notes in the scale...

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  11. Imagining the dance under the warm moonlight.
    Li @tao-talk

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  12. A magical American Sentence .. and fits the photography perfectly!

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