A Sunday morning; the cold winter sun footprinting the carpet; wearing warm wool; the tea green and the fruit peeled; John Updike’s latest exceeding expectations; playlist pumps Tal Wilkenfeld, tactile and mellow on her Sadowsky strings; my five senses dovetail. Brain sends a wave when a particular soundbite agrees with the flash of sunlight on a crystal vase – synchronicity or synchrony? Whateva. It’s a sunny Sunday in winter and I’ll take what I have.
Some of the greatest poetry is found in prose. This reads remarkably calm and inviting. Time to google Tal Wilkenfield!
Thanks Brent, I’ve only started to experiment with the form and you lend great encouragement with this comment. Tal’s really in the groove – see youtube.
your words fill the photo
with a quiet comfort….
sounds like a perfect Sunday morning to me….
Take Care…
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maryrose
Thank you maryrose for penning melodious analysis of my ruminations.
This is a wonderful morning ear-to-ear grin kind of thing!
A warm glow indeed Pete – just took a sec to look around and count my blessings (must do it more often).
Me too.
Where is this house? Can I enter? Sounds exquisite. So well done.
More a space than a place Chrissy and you can get there just by closing your eyes. I’m newly experimenting with the prose style so thank you for your encouraging words.
Love this. This scene sounds like total bliss.
Thanks Princess for your time and positive appraisal.
Anytime- i look forward to reading more.
Inspired, intelligent and classy-subtle. I felt that way seeing the scene the way you described it. 🙂 Thanks for the “compliment”.
Thank you Iris for your analysis and words of endorsement.
A fine fragment of an enlightened existence. Good eyes brother
Perhaps we should pause more often to count our blessings – thank you for your kind comment Michael.
Leave out perhaps and I am in full agreement.
Australia! Of course… Nowadays we meet all seasons & worlds at once. Love it! What’s your weather like now, any snow & ice?
Sunny 18C today. Nice winter 🙂
like this expression, ‘cold winter sun footprinting the carpet..’a picture of domestic bliss..and the photo is beautiful
Thank you and bliss it was – hence my urge to pen it. Adams was a Brit (d.1930) whose art I particularly enjoy – you’ll find his works online.
I love the idea of the senses dovetailing, and how this is reinforced with the soundbite and sunlight…(makes me a little homesick for my NZ Sundays).
You have as fine an eye as ever Rowan Taw and to my certain experience geography plays no part at all in this idyllic scene. Go make it happen…
Well, I can’t really argue with that, can I! I’ll have to reclaim a bit of space for myself to let those senses merge…
I approve your message, mission and very existence. Welcome to the crazy (bipolar) Latina express. I hail from Los Angeles California and yes I am real.
I thank you Great Nut as I chew on your kind words.