Thursday, July 28, 2011

Friday Flash 55 ~ Runoff


All the tales are the same tale
all the jokes the same joke,
every distant woman
the one woman, every
  shadow man the
one man,until
you choose
to see.

The sudden flash,the implacable rain
leave the heart dripping
the mind blinded
the soul scrying;
joy or misery,
both runoff
from the

July 2011

Posted for     Friday Flash 55   at the G-Man's


  1. I absolutely adore this. Unbelievable in just 55 words!

  2. Whew... you rose up to the challenge very well.

    Happy day~

  3. Always the heavy, eh, Hedge. Very nice.

  4. I just LOVE Philosophical 55's Joy...
    This one should be Wood-Burned on an oak plate and sold at Hallmark Stores!
    Fantastic job.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  5. @MZ Thanks--it made my head hurt.

    @Heaven Thanks for reading.

    @MM Always. I need your trademark twist at the end to lighten it up.

    @G-man: I'm crackin up. How bout you just sit on the copy machine and paste it to that wood plate instead? Thanks sir, and may your weekend be the same.

  6. nice...the second stanza clinches it for me...set up nicely by the or misery, how true...

  7. powerful image and word-image!

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  8. I loved this, hedgewitch. I loved the form, the flow and the imagery. An amazing 55!

  9. Totally intriguing and mesmerizing!

    My 55 is at:

  10. I think your tears got to me, too!

  11. Thus the One and Many, and balm and bane, all join hands and dance. Dosie do and round your partners go .... - Brendan

  12. Can't you ever just toss something out there? Must you always be such an ace? It's annoying, er, I meant to say, it's amazing. ;-)

  13. So much truth and depth in 55. Joy or misery, one is often just around the corner from another...

    Love that the shape of each verse mirrors the image.

  14. "until
    you choose
    to see."

    so true! love this~ amazing 55!


  15. What a beautiful image...and the way you replicated the runoff in your form is fantastic. "the soul scyring" - that line is just phnom, must say.

    Always amazed at what you do in 55 ~


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats