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From Across The Street

I saw the mother of my youngest son today

She was walking straight-backed, erect

Head high but not haughty

Sandals, delicate flower dress

Flowing like her hair once red but now hinting grey

I hope she did not see me.

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◄ Shirley Died Today

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suki spangles

Tue 16th May 2017 23:25

Hi Rick,

I think the ambiguity of this works really well; it could be read in a few ways.

Love the book, btw!

Take it easy!

Suki

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raypool

Tue 16th May 2017 19:35

Hi Rick. The first line obviously sets the stamp and the rest is a list of details - the question is I think would be how your son impacts on your idea of her and the secrecy - it seems to float above emotion and judgement, which makes it quite delicate and a bit spooky.

Enjoying your book by the way!

Ray

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Rick Gammon

Tue 16th May 2017 17:56

Thanks Cynthia and Stu - I'm playing around with ambiguity at the moment - why did he hope he was not seen? possibly because she did not see him or that she did see him and pretended not to - I think he had feelings for her - I dunno - I'm trying to open doors of possibilities perhaps - it may form a part of a larger piece in time - but for now I'm trying for 'pithy but potent' ?

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 16th May 2017 15:02

You are an instinctive and intuitive writer.

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Stu Buck

Tue 16th May 2017 14:26

great stuff rick, so much said in so few words. i feel emotions when i see my ex-wife as well, mainly relief.

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