
Prompt: Fantasy
Toes shovel sand amidst the ocean’s endless highway. Unscalable cliffs shield our lucky combinations; I press the window up, silence.

Prompt: Fantasy
Toes shovel sand amidst the ocean’s endless highway. Unscalable cliffs shield our lucky combinations; I press the window up, silence.
shovelling.. love it.
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I love the phrase: ‘lucky combinations’ : so suggestive. concealing so much —
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Thank you, John. Had to kill a couple darlings to arrive at that final image. But, I like how it leaves a lot to the imagination.
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definitely; you did well to follow your instincts: the poem is much stronger for saying so little —
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Merci beaucoup
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