for Friday Fictioneers, May 31, 2013
You, in your bluish hue – nostalgic and hopeful – ever inhabiting a kind of aether, neither here nor there, but possible – like heavens, like waters – deep, open, beyond. A different form of presence, not with, but altogether. Perhaps. Whereas I, in fleshy, earthbound, soiling tones – dressed to catch the eye – hang myself into the world of shapes and edges, angles and points – risking extravagant extension rather than mirroring sea and sky. Butting bodies – yours forgiving and surrounding, just shy of the resistance for friction – mine stolid and secure, and flagging its pronouncement.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 
I like the poetic descriptions in this piece. They are very beautiful.
thank you. glad to hear it.
breathtaking –
Poetic
very kind. thank you
Brilliant. Realisation dawned as I read, that you were describing the two buildings, but when I looked back to try to work out when, I couldn’t find the ‘click’ moment. It just sort of washed over me and engulfed me. Fabulous.
Poetic and classy
Nice take on an ace photo
very encouraging – thanks a bunch
you are amazing… I loved how you pictured us into the words too… Thank you dear N Filbert, have a nice weekend, love, nia
thanks so much Nia.
Dear N,
I had to read this twice and then it was EL’s comment that made me realize you’re writing about the buildings. Very well done. Not a bad thing when someone reads it more than once. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think perhaps the ”shapes and edges, angles and points” may very well be a metaphor for our constructed lives. Very well done, as always.
Clever and well written.
It’s a brilliant take disregarding the dress totally and go for the contrast of the buildings instead (and I had to read the comment to figure it out) Well written sir
Very poetic.
thank you for saying so sir
I agree that the poetic nature is charming.