Flash 55 — Boon's

 

There is power of place here,
Solid as mortared brick -
Ethereal as finespun memories.

I sip Earl Grey tea
On a waning winter day,
Remembering dark ale drunk
In the sunshine of youth at
That table, and that one by the
Pot-bellied stove.

Decades slipped away …
And his eyes are still the bluest blue.

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My post written in exactly 55 words for Flash 55, now hosted by the lovelies over at imaginary garden with read toads.
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Friday Flash 55 — emptying

Living in open hibernation
with jade-hued trees —
Water features in their lives,
      and in mine.

The sky takes
notice - shows a sheen more
glowing than my heart's
golden light in this temple
of stone and glass emptying
of itself.

Soon, clouds follow and
the sacred forest listens
as my temple hums and
glistens, emptying.

My post in exactly 55 words written for Friday Flash 55.

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Above: 'villa cipea'  in nanjing, china by sanaksenaho architects ltd, 2009
Image from the 'contemporary architecture in finland'  exhibition at kunst merano, italy.
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