True story: that I pretended to be blind and deaf--
sometimes just to feel how it must have been for my father during those years.....
Flash Fiction Friday 55
is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one
and read the ones of your fellow writers.
Sometimes pretending I can
Neither see nor hear
Locked eyes and stuffed ears
I go around like a deaf-blind man.
Redolence of fresh-mowed Blue grass
Burnt toast, unburnt roast,
Of Angel Tulip scents
Riding soft night currents
Are my pleasure
None of these compare
With that sweetest aroma--
Essence of YOU, my Dearest
Are my pleasure
None of these compare
With that sweetest aroma--
Essence of YOU, my Dearest
_________________________________________________________________
Peeps, I wish for our SOBRIETY
Peeps, I pray for our LOVE
Peeps, I hope for our PEACE
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This is really beautiful. :)
Wonderful 55.
Kinda puts mine to shame, since my Friday 55 is about artificial colors and chemicals. LOL!
What a touching tribute, and really made me aware of my senses as I read it. Thank you for this wonderful 55.
Mine will be up.
"Locked eyes and stuffed ears" - love that, just love it. Pure poetry to my open ears.
I loved the whole thing.
PG
aaaah, how perfect!!! from the unseeing to the feeling!
This is beautiful and touching, Steve!
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Very nice.
oh Sweet Peep
What a wonderful tribute to your father, to the senses, and especialy to sensuality.
I loved to wake up with those aromas. Especially those last three lines...hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
That's profound Steve.
My 55 is Winter's Rime today...scroll below my show n tell to read. Click Here
nice one. we used to have a gentleman come and tune the piano who was, and i often wondered about him. i can relate in that i love the scent of my boys, always brings me back. great 55!
mine is up!
Wow, Steve~ I think you missed your calling, at least one of them. Your words, sentiments, so lovely!
Keep writing! You do it so well...
Happy Weekend~ I owe you an email, little later today, okay?
Calli xo
Amazing tribute to your dad and the senses we so take for granted. I had a recent post that dealt with all 5 senses after a walking meditation exercise at Hazelden. Incredible experience. Thank you for sharing yours.
(((Hugs)))
Mine is up:
Friday Flash 55 ~ The Boy on The Metro
Very beautiful, Steve. And that bread is killing me, I have to go get some toast right now.
Stay well, Secretia
I think when we lose one or more of our senses, the other ones become more heightened. What an experience it must have been to try to feel what it felt like for your dad. Beautiful 55 Steve. Have a great weekend!
Beautiful 55. i love fresh baked bread.
Flash 55 - Favors
Beautiful Tribute Steve-O-Rino!
You are like a fine wine...
Excellent 55 My Friend
A very Class Act!
Thanks for your continued support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
AH! Other senses do come alive when some of them fail!
Those are the sweetest words for a loved one that I heard in a long time! :)
Sensual and poignant, Steve. For Sensual and silly, go see my 55.
Very cool!
Beautifully written.
I liked that 55. A lot.
Steve, I added you to my blogroll today after I realized that even tho I visit your blog and Dulce's blog all the time it was from my computer's favorites. You're on their now! I want my readers to be able to appreciate what you do, like I appreciate it.
Thank You, Secretia
very romantic from my perspective to love life without all your senses, it is very romantic to be close to your loved ones. great 55, mine is up too
Nice. I think that the sense of smell has been proven to be the strongest sense.
So very nicely done. It flows so nicely. Thanks for sharing this. Mine is four days late at getting posted but its up. Have a fantastic Thanksgiving.
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