Always late to the party, I'm catching up after some time travelling. I've written a response to the 'Bittersweet /Anadiplosis' prompt with what I'll just call a 'glimmer' based on a real experience a few years ago. I mined it from an old journal entry and have thought about it often. Here goes:
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A woman passes me in the park, causing me to turn and follow her with my eyes. This woman's scent is not just of a rare and particular perfume. Her scent is a blend of tobacco mingled with that particular perfume. They are the scent of my long-dead mother, ever the smoker. Momentarily, in my mind's eye, Mum is smiling, waving her cigarette as she speaks. And as always, wearing red lipstick and that particular perfume.
I chose to work in the style of that master of anadiplosis, e. e. cummings:
the way we knew we knew it was
.
.
the way we knew we knew it was
the time to dance and dance we saw
the too stars dim but shine they grew
and sing they must and watch we saw
.
the day so grew while work we did
which day night by this in out time
wash then fold then kiss then rise
never don’t glow if glow can be
.
glow stars they watch we slow step dance
four now but two still us might be
if wish but grew then up pass near
watch wait love old grows young go we
Always late to the party, I'm catching up after some time travelling. I've written a response to the 'Bittersweet /Anadiplosis' prompt with what I'll just call a 'glimmer' based on a real experience a few years ago. I mined it from an old journal entry and have thought about it often. Here goes:
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A woman passes me in the park, causing me to turn and follow her with my eyes. This woman's scent is not just of a rare and particular perfume. Her scent is a blend of tobacco mingled with that particular perfume. They are the scent of my long-dead mother, ever the smoker. Momentarily, in my mind's eye, Mum is smiling, waving her cigarette as she speaks. And as always, wearing red lipstick and that particular perfume.