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Cloudy and grey

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Photo © Tamara Beck

Lying low, so close overhead

It feels–or maybe only you do–

Like you can touch the sky

Billowy, little cotton pillows in

White/grey/gray-blue/ with touches

Of black or brighter, cleaner, more

Clorox and transparent white,

Pillowing above the treelines,

Over the buildings, so close

You can touch the sky

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My establishing shot

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Lost in thought?

This would be my establishing shot

The one that sets the place and the

Character, facing Roosevelt Island,

Connecting to Queens, the lights on

The bridge twinkling in twilight,

Shadows, the river deep, dark and

Mysterious, waters moving slowly

With undercurrents, the river establishes

Without irony, without self-parody, as

Serious as the approaching night, shadows,

Not hiding, but revealing who we are, who

I am, my establishing shot

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Grammarly

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By Rocafort8 – Own work, Public Domain, httpscommons.wikimedia.orgwindex.phpcurid=9103493

Which of these rhymes is more elegant? (Caveat to readers, this may be a trick question.)

“No swingin’, no jerkin’

Let your muscles do the werkin'”

or, the more grammatically correct

Don’t swing, don’t jerk

Let your muscles do the work

Sometimes poetry is in the flow of the words and not just in their punctiliousness.

(Thank you, Troy for the lesson.)

 

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Do you remember this?

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Time and the river wait for noone. Photos © Tamara Beck.

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection

When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet

Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered

Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me

Some memories amuse, others confuse, some

Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I

Have not served truth or justice, not always,

Just sometimes; glory is not mine to strut or savor,

Not always, just sometimes, Who were you? Who was I?

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Nonpareil

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(c) Tamara Beck

via Daily Prompt: Priceless

We say “priceless” in response to a good story or a funny joke, but we really just mean that it was interesting or funny. In fact, the yarn or the punchline,  may not even warrant an FB® “wow.”

You know you are just exaggerating. It is must likely not a precious conversation, but one that tickles you in some way, so you rate it highly.

 

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Words

Words, my darling, do have meaning

You mustn’t demean them

They are never meaningless

Nor do they mean less than what they

Say; they have strength to express feelings

Surely, that is not without meaning

I love you is an idea, an observation, a

Thought I often have; I share it because I

Mean it; I share it because it has meaning

For me, and for you, too. I share it to express

My meaning; I share it because it is what is

In my heart; I love you is never without

Meaning, a sentiment demanding to be

Expressed and shared. It is never meaningless.

 

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The album

BB+TBWe will never be this young again

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We always knew that, but didn’t

Believe it, until one day, looking

At pictures of how we were, when

 

We were that young, smiling photos,

The happiness blended with youth,

We had to confess that time had

Passed, happily and with the stealth

 

Of time slipping by, unnoticed and

Quieter than the images of those young

Happy people looking back at us