Behind the pink scrim, shadow play performers gesture about the stage in indistinct silhouette to woodwind accompaniment and the plucked bass string of my pulse.
Here and there, flashes of halos bounce against the screen, but instead of blinking I open the curtains.
Before me I see lakeside willows waving and the glaring pitter-pat of the Star’s face upon that shattered mirror of water.
It falls warm upon my cheek like your touch, and I can’t help but close my eyes again.
“What are you smiling at,” you say, as I lean back, humming the score of Nature’s Ombre chinoise.
Here is a 100-word, Five Sentence Fiction drabble prose poem that I am sharing with Lillie McFerrin’s troops (Prompt: SUNSHINE) and with my friend Victoria C. Slotto’s call at dVerse today for and Object Poem, where we look at something quite ordinary, but in a different way. Hope I haven’t jumped too far from their requests…these pain meds and all.
Beautiful, Joe…I can feel the sun on my face ..it’s lovely 🙂 xox
So poetic. So wonderful. So nice to read.
Beautiful. A vivid journey through your words. Also, there is a really peaceful feel to it.
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Very nicely done. Hope you are feeling better soon!
The pitter-patter of the starts… that’s something to watch.. something to do..
Thank you, Björn. I’ve had my eyes closed a lot lately. Eventually saw my eyelids as something else entirely…the screen through a shadow play is seen.
Whatever pain meds you’re on, brother, they have transported your creativity to new heights; love this poem, like calling Sol a Star, and the fact that you were in some kind of tranquil state when the shadow play caught your eye & imagination; good work, sir.
I thought of firing off a flare to my resident actor-friend. I saw my eyelids as a curtain through which a shadow play was being performed. But was looking for other terms for the curtains. Then I remembered “scrim.” Thanks my friend.
Fantastic, Joe. Very clear word-picture of what it’s like. Took me back about 30 or 40 years when I was involved in those actual shadow plays. I hope those pain meds work for you. I’m always happy to see your name on Mr. Linky, knowing I’m in for a poetic treat.
You make it all vivid and real.
You take me there . . . stars, and water. Bliss.
Lovely. Sometimes we see more with our eyes closed.
Anna :o]
ha. a bit surreal. i like the contentment though in the humming and leaning back with the eyes closed….
Loved watching the day-dreamy scene through your eyes.
Oh I love the use of prose poetry. So much vivid, rich details here.
This caught me by surprise…certainly a vision to envy …beautiful
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It’s so beautiful … Thanks for sharing 🙂
Incredible images in this piece, Joe. You paint a clear and wonderful picture for us.
Just started the Five Sentence Fiction a few weeks ago, and it’s a lot of fun. Very much enjoyed this
and you hum the tune! that is what they leave you with for sure! 🙂