Last night, a writer died, and when she awoke, she sat atop the brilliant pages of all her manuscripts, fluffy clouds of wise words that formed a seaside port. The icy waters of her more questionable works held an even-keeled boat ready to set sail into the unknown storms of imagination were the masks we wear become our faces.
Her guardian muse was there to great her with quills for wings and a glass of apple brandy. She had been putting feathers in the writer’s hat for many years. And in each others eyes, they were blemishless.
“What shall we design today?” she teased, handing the writer her pour.
She surveyed the scenery. “Whatever lurks in the street of the sky.”
“Night walks scattering poems,” was her muses ominous reply, and so they emptied the decanter together and waited for the distilled drops to hit them.
Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host for dVerse’ Monday Prosery. 144 words or less that tells a story and includes this last line of poetry by E.E. Cummings’ poem “IX-Impressions” published in 1996.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Amazing, I love this. I went on a mystical journey! ❤️
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Thank you so much, John. I said I wasn’t going to write today after my night class, but when I saw the prompt, I remembered this image I had saved a while back and labeled writer’s paradise. It was meant to be, I suppose. 💜
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Quite magical, KK!
❤
David
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Thank you, David. 💜
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Very poetic.
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It did turn out a bit more ephemeral than I was aiming for, but wouldn’t it be lovely?
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It would have been hard to fit this line into pedestrian prose. I think you took the right, dream-like approach.
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Thank you kindly, Jane. It came to mind and with the full moon spotlight last night, I knew it had to be celestial.
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Of course 🙂
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This was a lovely charming story, K! Some beautiful descriptions that pull the reader in 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. I guess for me to wake up writing on is paradise. 😊
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Wonderful and magical!
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Thank you, Luisa. Infinite time for writing. Ah, what a paradise.
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You’re highly welcome 🙏💗🙏
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I love the dreamlike way this is written- beautiful!
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Thank you, Linda. I appreciate the gifted line for inspiration.
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I was intrigued by it as well. Happy it resonated with you!
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It most definitely did.
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Oo, I love this compelling narrative and lovely literary imagery! ❤
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Thank you, Jaya. It’s a selective sort of paradise in that only incorrigible wordsmiths get in (I’ll save you a spot).
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A magical tale where the romance of words goes on into infinity! Beautifully told, K.
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Thank you so much, Dora. I do love the idea of manuscript clouds. Here’s to more cloudy days.
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What a mysterious collaboration and I love the fuel they use.
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Thank you, Lisa. I can imagine they have much to discuss and also many new adventures to pen. 😊
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You’re welcome 🙂
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It sounds like she had found a place in heaven… more words to mix … love that even the questionable work was there with her.
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Thank you. There’s so much of it, I can’t imagine how they would have gotten rid of it. Sorry I didn’t see this lovely comment last write. I appreciate you connecting with this piece.
Cheers to more inky words.
💜
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The art you chose, the libation for inspiration … everything about your poem sang to me.
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💜 I’m sorry I missed this, z Helen. Cheers to our future ships of fluffy writing clouds.
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I love this; haunting and magical 🙂
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Thank you kindly, John. She’s a thoughtful muse with beveled glass in hand.
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hahaha; I like that 🙂
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