mute swans
sing upon
their dying
a song
a death spiral
only the angels
can hear
QKJ 24: Spiral: (That’s it. You’re on your own)
image via: pixabay.com
(c) Lorraine
my frilly freudian slip
mute swans
sing upon
their dying
a song
a death spiral
only the angels
can hear
image via: pixabay.com
(c) Lorraine
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Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
January 28, 2017 at 1:57 pm
As long as one didn’t look up would you know?
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January 28, 2017 at 2:18 pm
Probably not — I was thinking of Genie and her blinking in and out of her bottle. Not the blink of a cat or . . . .
Hey — aren’t you supposed to be working?
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January 28, 2017 at 2:20 pm
Yes but I have nominal downtime. Or is an easier day. Oh yeah, posted last one as ‘beware of words’
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January 28, 2017 at 2:21 pm
Mine is called: Conceit of Lies
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January 28, 2017 at 2:28 pm
Nice title. Two nasty human traits
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January 28, 2017 at 2:35 pm
Just posted — found image — linked to your two blogs. See what you think. I think you nailed it in 20!
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January 28, 2017 at 2:40 pm
We nailed it. I added upside down German printing press as image. I’ll check your post on a few minutes. My side of the mountain won’t let me see it yet
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January 28, 2017 at 2:52 pm
I’ll hop over and see the image — sounds good and appropriate.
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January 28, 2017 at 3:13 pm
It’s dark and had mystifying foreign language.
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January 27, 2017 at 11:38 pm
words are snares
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January 28, 2017 at 12:16 am
sprung in the darkness of lies
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January 28, 2017 at 12:18 am
deceit makes a cozy bed
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January 28, 2017 at 12:20 am
not a line: which I am off to — shall sleep on my answer.
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January 28, 2017 at 12:26 am
Sweet dreams….
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January 28, 2017 at 3:02 am
to awaken nightmarish
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January 28, 2017 at 8:39 am
Whadda ya thunk — enough good lines for a couple of po.ems or is this more just word play?
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January 28, 2017 at 9:05 am
There’s a couple poems in there. It’s all word play. Weave as you will darling. 🙂
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January 28, 2017 at 9:09 am
My turn? Or should we share? I’m going off line for a while so you can think upon it.
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January 28, 2017 at 10:56 am
You pull one and I’ll pull out another. 🙂
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January 28, 2017 at 11:04 am
We can over lap lines so let’s go at it and see what we come up with — the potential over lap giving a new feel? What do you think. Or do you want me to pull first? I’m indecisive today.
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January 28, 2017 at 11:25 am
Go first. I have some work to do. Overlap is fine. It’s a new flavor. ☺ We don’t want to be boring
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January 28, 2017 at 11:32 am
Okay — I’ve copied all the lines, and will print off to look over while I do the laundry. I have an idea where I want to go with this.
Be happy in your work.
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January 28, 2017 at 11:37 am
My voices tend to whistle while I work. And I have the strange sensation of little people and a dark haired girl nearby. 😉
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January 28, 2017 at 11:39 am
Revenge of the dwarves?
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January 28, 2017 at 11:46 am
Could be. But the whole single girl living with seven mining dwarves seems like a bad craigslist ad that ends in abduction case
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January 28, 2017 at 12:31 pm
Who abducted who tho? The single girl enthralls the lonely 7 men and abducts their hearts and minds. They may be the victims . . .
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January 28, 2017 at 12:34 pm
Oh, that’s a much better story. Darker with a dwarf fetish involved… Horribly twisted, possibilities here. 😉
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January 28, 2017 at 1:01 pm
See, nothing is what it seems. Nothing in here is real.
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January 28, 2017 at 1:16 pm
I have heard that from a cat that disappears while sitting in a tree. Oops sorry, that’s every one here is mad
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January 28, 2017 at 1:34 pm
Well, that too! she said smiling as she disappeared.
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January 28, 2017 at 1:40 pm
Blink and I am gone
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January 28, 2017 at 1:50 pm
hopefully not into a bottle!
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January 28, 2017 at 2:18 pm
I put the last few lines up on Project21words.wordpress.com I’ll add image later
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January 28, 2017 at 2:19 pm
The overlap has begun — mine is a longer piece using some of the same lines — I’m image hunting before I post, so you shall see at some point. Thanks for doing this. And for the free advertisement. :)
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January 28, 2017 at 2:22 pm
We are sharing words. it would be a shame to keep them all as our little secret. 😉
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January 27, 2017 at 4:29 pm
Cast from last dreams
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January 27, 2017 at 5:01 pm
of passion and longing
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January 27, 2017 at 5:04 pm
desire embracing the void
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January 27, 2017 at 5:05 pm
all is never lost
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January 27, 2017 at 5:09 pm
Nothing won’t ever be everything
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January 27, 2017 at 5:24 pm
slight sliver of a smile
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January 27, 2017 at 5:27 pm
Devils dancing in eyes
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January 27, 2017 at 5:49 pm
demons delighting the hearts
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January 27, 2017 at 5:54 pm
Fools gather grand illusions
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January 27, 2017 at 6:23 pm
laughing in the face of truth
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January 27, 2017 at 10:53 pm
twisted in tooth, straight in tongue
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January 27, 2017 at 11:14 pm
but beware
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January 26, 2017 at 6:13 pm
desperate is their justice
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January 26, 2017 at 1:30 pm
Good that the angels listen…You heard too – thus you are an angel.
Angels can breathe… deeply.
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January 26, 2017 at 1:45 pm
Angel bones sprout wings made of swan feathers.
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January 26, 2017 at 3:57 pm
:)
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January 26, 2017 at 12:42 pm
Gently they are called home
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January 26, 2017 at 1:44 pm
nature’s eulogy
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January 26, 2017 at 1:54 pm
voice of flesh
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January 26, 2017 at 5:38 pm
Chant of bones
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January 26, 2017 at 6:28 pm
desperate in their justice
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January 26, 2017 at 8:25 pm
wanton in their resolve
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January 26, 2017 at 10:49 pm
tersely embossing wills
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January 27, 2017 at 1:31 am
with tinfoil and sweat
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January 27, 2017 at 8:56 am
pale lavender laments
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January 27, 2017 at 9:05 am
edged in black
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January 27, 2017 at 9:25 am
souls of the risen
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January 27, 2017 at 9:59 am
spirits of the dead
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January 27, 2017 at 11:29 am
Animating scattered rose petals
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January 27, 2017 at 12:11 pm
skruttering ‘cross the courtyard
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January 27, 2017 at 12:27 pm
Leaving footrints of straw
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January 27, 2017 at 12:41 pm
Not the next line: I’m off line for a few hours, so I’ll think upon this one. Later.
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January 27, 2017 at 4:18 pm
on greyed paving stones
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January 27, 2017 at 12:14 pm
I sorta make up words. If you hadn’t noticed.
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January 27, 2017 at 12:28 pm
That’s OK. Questioning validity isn’t my thing to close to control. I m5ust let my blonde mind wander
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January 27, 2017 at 12:41 pm
I’m a brunette, so no excuse?
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January 27, 2017 at 1:22 pm
Sorry, blondes aren’t trusted with the rules. How one got to be President……
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January 26, 2017 at 11:01 am
Beautiful, Lorraine.
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January 26, 2017 at 11:58 am
Thank you!
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