Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~ Thomas Gray
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
Oh how I love this poetic dance Susie!! An amazing American Sentence!!
What an eloquent American sentence. It fits the image so well!
This chill but luminous sense of ending is entrancing.
I'm hearing "Sway" playing in the background. Sweet American Sentence, Susie!
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.
Might I suggest a theme song to go with your micro: Dance Me To the End of Love, Leonard Cohen. Nice job!
Perfectly done Susie, short and sweet they would say!Hank
Youthful, enticing and wild.
'Fore the moon grew dark the sun didn't shine and we fell from Earth's sharp edge Great seventeen, Susie..
Well done and fits the image! My mind wants to go in different directions as I ponder your words.
Music with seventeen notes in the scale...
Imagining the dance under the warm moonlight.Li @tao-talk
A magical American Sentence .. and fits the photography perfectly!
Lovely!
Oh how I love this poetic dance Susie!! An amazing American Sentence!!
ReplyDeleteWhat an eloquent American sentence. It fits the image so well!
ReplyDeleteThis chill but luminous sense of ending is entrancing.
ReplyDeleteI'm hearing "Sway" playing in the background. Sweet American Sentence, Susie!
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteMight I suggest a theme song to go with your micro: Dance Me To the End of Love, Leonard Cohen. Nice job!
ReplyDeletePerfectly done Susie, short and sweet they would say!
ReplyDeleteHank
Youthful, enticing and wild.
ReplyDelete'Fore the moon grew dark the sun didn't shine and we fell from Earth's sharp edge
ReplyDeleteGreat seventeen, Susie
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Well done and fits the image! My mind wants to go in different directions as I ponder your words.
ReplyDeleteMusic with seventeen notes in the scale...
ReplyDeleteImagining the dance under the warm moonlight.
ReplyDeleteLi @tao-talk
A magical American Sentence .. and fits the photography perfectly!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDelete