Tuesday, September 10, 2013

TR Showing/Telling

#1
My heart catches every instant
drumbeat. The face is cooled by the onset
of the vanguard. A subtle feeling of 
melancholy starts to enter the soul.





An approaching thunderstorm.
#2
A pure drop of water
falling form the sky, only
to collide with the still
calm pond. The flat
water line snaps
into furry, the spike of a 
heartbeat monitor...




There is a lighting strike across a mid-day afternoon sky.
#3
An all consuming black hole, constrained to
this small space. A pit.




Flat surface of the door; it has no features or characteristics.

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