But for the beating of heart – a discordant rhythm – I am obliterated by fog – numbness of unanticipated loss clouded by dreams misted over – I await sun’s return….
Was that really me, signed his life away fresh-faced, innocent marched North then sailed East to unknown seas? Fuelled by anticipation, anchored by camaraderie, that boy who crawled through jungle deep weathered Burma heat and nightmarish infestations, adrenaline pumping infiltrated enemy lines unarmed, feckless nursed fears with booze adopted false bravado. Was that really me, […]
Influence minimal, once hair turns white and body slows to sloth Only words – genderless and without context serve to blindside Last weapon of age. (Image from created by yours truly.)
Monochrome days – love your very good choices!
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Thank you so much!
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I find that I need monochrome days every once in a while to help me slow down. If we were always surrounded by bursting fireworks, we would never want to sit still. 🙂
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True! Thanks.
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Definitely neither flat nor colorless – terrific choices VJ
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Thanks Tina!
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Lovely! ❤
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Thanks!
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An all-blending-together monochrome day. Nice! (I do like Olga’s song idea…)
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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Love your examples, V. J. Interesting textures in the first one. I think the next rainy day, I’ll remember to call it just another monochrome day or maybe I’ll sing the words. “Rain, rain, go away. Just another monochrome day.” 🙂
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Ha ha – there are just those days, usually grey, that seems to prefer one colour. Thanks.
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