Thursday, December 16, 2010

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

Young lovers slip away, creating
memories with no destination. Quick breaths
combine. They climb to higher realms.
Nature, radical and aggressive attacks
senses of delight. Each rising moment
singular, divine randomness in orderly
array. Passion climbs higher unable
to stop. Devoured, they repose. Renewed
they begin the descent back to life.






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Submitted to G-Man. Write 55 words or less.
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Occasionally, Hubbie and I escape to follow trails, not far from home. It still feels a little like when we were young lovers and cut classes to walk in Central Park.

30 comments:

  1. Gotta love a bit of afternoon delight. Have a great weekend.

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  2. Myrna you have a hidden naughtiness within you!!! <3

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  3. Being swept up in passion is awesome. But the trouble is.... reality!
    Loved your 55 Myrna...Fantastic!
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End!

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  4. nice...love me some nature...and some passion...smiles.

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  5. love your 55, dear girl friend...
    your words are magical...
    I am truly impressed.

    :)
    Happy Weekend.

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  6. This definitely warmed up a cold snowy night! Aww, the joys of passion shared...

    Loved your 55!

    My 55 is here

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  7. I loved this! These words appeal to the passionate and undying romantic, such as me.;) Splendid.;)
    xoxo

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  8. Love the way you portray the lover's hike

    picture perfect

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  9. This is so sweet! You and your husband know how to enjoy life!

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  10. How sweet the journey --- earthy sensual and passionate...

    sweet dreams are made of this...nicely versed 55er

    joanny

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  11. Excellent...I love the part where lover create no destinations...that can conjure up a lot of pictures in my mind.


    My Flash 55 is posted Scroll down below my show n tell for Friday to find it.

    Have a great weekend.

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  12. I love this; Funny my poem was about young love, too~ SO many angles of imagery arrive when reading this~ Beautiful!

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  13. Thanks! lots of love going around
    memories, hopes- and as you say breath coming together!

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  14. "...the decent back to life"...and how can we know which is REALLY life...the swept up passion or the ordinary moments??? I think perhaps both.

    this is lovely Myrna:)

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  15. Aww...how sweet! Those sudden escapades are always soooo much fun... And after that, even coming back to reality doesn't hurt all that much :)
    May you enjoy many such lovely times together, Myrna..

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  16. Immediately intimate, effective work. Especially love the first line and a half: "Young lovers slip away, creating
    memories with no destination"

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  17. how very lovely!


    Aloha from Hawaii

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  18. What lovely and subtle expression, here. The phrases: "memories with no destination," and "they begin the descent back to life" will be remembered by me for a long, long time now. How nothing but the present matters when in love and lust!

    Joy always, Myrna,
    Susan

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  19. ..creating
    memories with no destination.... i like this myrna - speaks volumes - just in this one line

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  20. Interesting where some trails may lead...you capture well the excitement.

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  21. Hello. I just wanted to say that I stumbled upon your blog today and I like it very much. In fact I am going to hit the "follow" button right now. =)

    Marvelous Minutia
    http://marvelousminutia.blogspot.com/

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  22. young love isn't it grand, very nice poem

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  24. Oh, my god, there's still dry ground where you are! I'm a coming down, so fluff that there guest bed, will you?

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  25. Hmmm! What a suggestive afternoon trail hike! Love this, Myrna.

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  26. Hmmm... I can't believe my mother is writing this!

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