(Pic: Courtesy: google images)
Some things are best left to where they belong
Like those fleeting fantasies
Growing out of being harmless invasions
To weave a gossamer nest of tender
togetherness perceived ideal
Found in few moments of sensitive intimacies
Robbing the exchanged vows of their surreal
beauty blossoming
In the beauty of brewing a perfect
love of imperfections
55 words for the random thoughts that crossed my mind in a casual conversation. Any suggestions for a more appropriate title are welcome.
I think fantasies oftentimes are best left as fantasies...as if actions follow they may not be so harmless. I am looking at the words of the poem as well as the picture! A well expressed 55, Akila.
ReplyDeleteugh....def, those fantasies rob the real of their intimacy and leave both in a cold shadow....very nicely & evocative in 55 words...
ReplyDeleteone needs to keep the flame alive!!
ReplyDeleteHave to agree that sharing fantasies can be destructive for the most part. You got a lot into the 55.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting.
ReplyDeleteYour story is Flash 55 perfection.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
(Yes I'm flooded, but I LOVE the deluge)
Had not thought of it that way.. but you are very right.. and the perfect of love of imperfections is to strive for.
ReplyDeletethe beauty of brewing a perfect love of imperfections...i like this... love seems always imperfect and that makes a big part of its spell.. yep... and def. good to be careful with those fantasies as well
ReplyDeletea perfect love of imperfections . . . love that.
ReplyDeleteKeep it real - it is full of imperfections ~
ReplyDeletefantasies are not real - and when expected to be lived up to? Ha, well - that's the beginning of the end. Nicely done.
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