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Tableau Vivant
A scene that plays
While fog adrift
Surrounds my bed
Within it weighs
A subtle ache
This silent storm
These sonnet days
Of soggy towns
On rainy nights
Bring back to stay
A view I live
Within a dream
I haven’t moved
A single inch
Though maybe you
Who has my breath
Against your skin
Will set it free
Published 23rd Jul 2019
| Edited 3rd Aug 2019
Author's Note
tableau vivant = living picture
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23rd Jul 2019 11:56am
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24th Jul 2019 3:42pm
Thank you so very much, my tomcat, I’m so glad and intrigued.
I’m sorry I had to rush off yesterday— Crys came over with my supplies and stayed for a long sisterly visit.
your Tiger💌
I’m sorry I had to rush off yesterday— Crys came over with my supplies and stayed for a long sisterly visit.
your Tiger💌
Anonymous
3rd Aug 2019 6:47pm
Different but it's very good!
3rd Aug 2019 7:59pm
Why thank you, dear Oisin. And for your recommend.
Different is good, one learns from different.
And welcome to the Deep!🙂
Different is good, one learns from different.
And welcome to the Deep!🙂
Anonymous
3rd Aug 2019 8:41pm
Oh yes indeed and thank you!
Anonymous
- Edited 25th Oct 2022 6:45pm
11th Aug 2019 11:29pm
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