Saturday, February 23, 2013

Change

A spray of pine needles found umbrage on the breeze. They'd left the mother tree with no quiescence. A swing of blankness ripping wild off the bark. Gone in flapping panic. Quietly hidden.

8 comments:

  1. I liked this - I could nearly smell the pine scent.

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  2. This fits together so well! I'm in love with it! (:

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  3. A spray of Pune needles drew me in. Great entry.

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  4. I, too, liked the "spray of pine needles" phrase. Very evocative and easy to visualize.

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  5. Lovely use of the prompt! Very original and vibrant imagery. Great job!

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  6. Love the spray of pine needles. Can almost smell them!

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