Friday Flash 55 — A sheepherder at morn

Image via Facebook: My Romania-Vlad Dumitrescu


Slipping from my dreams to

Hail a moment of consciousness —

Even singing out from the image,

Even clip-clopping and bleeting to

Prove to me that such a scene, such

Heady heavenly simplicity still

Exists this very day under

Romanian morning light —

Does little to stop me from

Envisioning this becoming

Raptus memorious all too soon.

Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.

Friday Flash 55 — where all the flowers have gone

Dahlias: long faded and gone, still remembered.
Echinacea roots: now pressed into tonic.
Sunflower seeds: birdfood
Ironically favored by squirrels.
Dried lavender: sacheted, essentially oiled,
Enjoyed dashed in exotic dishes.
Roses: turned everlasting by
Artists using brushes and oils,
Tinted glass stained for glory, and the
Ultimate tribute —
Metals sculpted into forever thorns and petals.

Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.

(Note: I saw and nabbed the beautiful image above from a Facebook page. It was, unfortunately, not credited.)

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