There's a lady in a field, her silhouette dances with the single rose. . . waiting. . .
Framed by orb's opalescent light - a beacon to the seeker
Standing alone....the moonlight engulfs her...as she waits
The lilies stand tall as she twirls and side steps… pausing…
Old man, in the moon, your shiny, bald pate backlights Mother Earth’s beauty
But below velvet petals a thorn can pierce
Endless, searching, the night creeps in with a soft touch
She stands, bathed in the shrouding twilight, waiting for him to arrive
She has never felt so empty…so hungry
The contributors:
There's a lady in a field, her silhouette dances with the single rose. . . waiting. . . (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski)
Framed by orb's opalescent light - a beacon to the seeker. (marisa birns, www.twitter.com/marisabirns)
Standing alone....the moonlight engulfs her...as she waits (Cynthia A. Schuerr, www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)
The lilies stand tall as she twirls and side steps… pausing… (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com)
Old man, in the moon, your shiny, bald pate backlights Mother Earth’s beauty (Deborah K Bundy, http://mistyhill.blogspot.com)
But below velvet petals a thorn can pierce (Cari Main, ccmain@shaw.ca)
Endless, searching, the night creeps in with a soft touch (Jack Roth, www.jackroth.wordpress.com)
She stands, bathed in the shrouding twilight, waiting for him to arrive (Rebecca Besser)
She has never felt so empty…so hungry (Deanna M. Schrayer, www.twitter.com/deannaschrayer)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
A Line at a Time #alaat 12 - THE RESULTS!
There's a lady in a field, her silhouette dances with the single rose. . . waiting. . .
Framed by orb's opalescent light - a beacon to the seeker
Standing alone....the moonlight engulfs her...as she waits
The lilies stand tall as she twirls and side steps… pausing…
Old man, in the moon, your shiny, bald pate backlights Mother Earth’s beauty
But below velvet petals a thorn can pierce
Endless, searching, the night creeps in with a soft touch
She stands, bathed in the shrouding twilight, waiting for him to arrive
She has never felt so empty…so hungry
The contributors:
There's a lady in a field, her silhouette dances with the single rose. . . waiting. . . (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski)
Framed by orb's opalescent light - a beacon to the seeker. (marisa birns, www.twitter.com/marisabirns)
Standing alone....the moonlight engulfs her...as she waits (Cynthia A. Schuerr, www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)
The lilies stand tall as she twirls and side steps… pausing… (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com)
Old man, in the moon, your shiny, bald pate backlights Mother Earth’s beauty (Deborah K Bundy, http://mistyhill.blogspot.com)
But below velvet petals a thorn can pierce (Cari Main, ccmain@shaw.ca)
Endless, searching, the night creeps in with a soft touch (Jack Roth, www.jackroth.wordpress.com)
She stands, bathed in the shrouding twilight, waiting for him to arrive (Rebecca Besser)
She has never felt so empty…so hungry (Deanna M. Schrayer, www.twitter.com/deannaschrayer)
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6 comments:
I HAVE to comment on this one. . . and by all means, I'm not saying the other #alaat's weren't good or anything, but this one is hands down my favorite!
If you read this, you cannot believe that these lines were written and sent without anyone else (but me) knowing them until now. . . and this is why I love this program.
Thanks to the contributors!
Jim
Yes yes !!! I love this one :) cheers - well done everyone - great arrangement Jim.
WOW! Amazing, how beautifully, individual thoughts and lines can come together. I love it!
VERY interesting and innovative idea.
I wholeheartedly agree Jim - this is the best one yet. Just lovely!
Thanks so much for starting alaat!
I'm honored to have a line chosen for this one. How lucky for me! Thanks so much.
DeborahB
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