With Closed Eyes

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The screaming siren of arriving trains followed by whispering rushed steps and crawling human scents keep me company as I wait for her.

My heart’s racing like a hungry horse and the wooden bench offered no help to pacify my agonized soul.

I  tried to personify her before our eyes meet today. Always, I fail. Maybe because beyond her face and her body, I only want to ‘see’ her soul. Her soul who writes words I adore. Her words that opened my decade-old locked heart.

Her soul and words I know I will forever love even with my eyes closed.

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Word count: 100 words

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 20 May 2016.

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

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43 thoughts on “With Closed Eyes”

  5. Terrific prose ~ I am Grace from D’verse and this coming Monday, May 23 and every other Monday is our Haibun. Please check out our schedule and join us for our writing prompts.

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  8. Oh my, I could feel the breathless anticipation–and that love which will see with eyes closed, love which began with words….oh my, swoon-worthy write, Rosey!

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  9. Oh, the angst of wanting more than just an outside appearance and the longing for depth of spirit.

    Nice job, Rosema.

    One quick correction — use the word “personify” instead of “personified” since you already have the past tense established. Then, you’ll good to go. Nice work!

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      2. Thank you! 🙂 I really appreciate your presence and your keen eyes. I want readers like you, who tell me what’s wrong and how to make it better. 🙂

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  10. Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning fell in love through simply writing letters to each other. Eventually, they would meet and marry. And have flourishing lives as poets. That story comes to mind when reading about this forthcoming encounter. No appearances–the soul matters. Loving expressing, Rosema!

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  12. Oh! The longing almost hurts. It’s that deep. Don’t we all want to and want someone to love us for more than just a pretty face? 🙂 Such a beautiful piece, Rose dear 🙂

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