The exercise:
Write about: the dancer in the vines.
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Showing posts with label Dancer Prompt. Show all posts
Thursday September 1st, 2011
The exercise:
Today seems like a day to write about: the dancer. Not sure why, it just does.
Had a pretty quiet day around these parts. We've got two more house guests right now, and they helped us with a small harvest and a little bit of weeding in the morning, and then the rest of the day was spent resting and relaxing.
Had a pretty quiet day around these parts. We've got two more house guests right now, and they helped us with a small harvest and a little bit of weeding in the morning, and then the rest of the day was spent resting and relaxing.
Tomorrow, though. Tomorrow comes the big harvest for the market.
Mine:
The dusty piano begins to play,
As the torn and weathered drapes gently sway.
Floorboards creak beneath her tentative toes,
Her ears await the beat her body knows.
She whispers like a wind across the room,
Her arms outstretched like a flower in bloom.
As she dances a single tear appears,
Her soul moved by music only she hears.
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