
https://scvincent.com/2020/06/25/thursday-photo-prompt-silver-writephoto-2/
I can not begin to hold
the silver in the twilight air,
for it too quickly slips from my fingers.
My feet stuck in my quicksand thoughts
of moonlight shimmering on silvered hair
so, stop any step toward a silver chance,
Slipping away like silk as twilight
Fades into velvet night.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you. I’m honored.
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I loved this, Annette! Especially loved the line – “My feet stuck in my quicksand thoughts”
xoxo
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Thank you. The only way I could describe the inability to move forward in an emotional and intellectual sense.
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Beautiful, Annette… and poignant.
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Thank you so much!
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Hold on tight Annette, don’t let such beauty slip away…..
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Sometimes you have too, Igor.
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Yes… and it’s ‘Ivor’..
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Sorry. I know that! But that’s what happens when you type on a phone without your glasses!!
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Haha, I know the feeling 😊
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