It mingles as I tarry here. Fence and branches joining what they distinguish. From here to there I yearn. Details all so near. In my reaching they grow hazy. I long for you. I follow. I wander. Toward you? From me? Out beyond?
There was a time. It’s lost its focus. Forward, back, I cannot tell. I am here. A something-is divides us. Even as it joins. I reach across. I feel you back. And yet.
Yet not. The moony sun illuminates. Draws attention. Drawing all the lines connecting us, all the angles between.
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Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Erin Leary‘s image
for the continuous and faithful prompts to compose 100 words
responding to instigating images and the Friday Fictioneers participants
All my Words are Silent 
I like this very, very much.
thank you
Some real poetry in this. Well done.
thank you
Very good. Fine poetry.
Your take on the photo prompt was very good. Thanks for the poem and for making me think and feel it. Nan
Moony sun. As it is!
Your ways with word always amaze me… the borders of humanity expressed through that haze…
‘Moony sun’, gorgeous. Beautiful on all counts, Nathan.
That was brilliantly done 🙂
thank you
Thank you
Very kind Bjorn. Thank you very much
Dear Nathan,
You’ve captured that inner workings of yearning. Nice one.
shalom,
Rochelle
thank you Rochelle
I like the swinging inn sign spaghetti-western-type suspenseful evocation of certainty uncertainty in this. 🙂
thank you
article is quite interesting and hopefully true happiness rays began to warm the hearts of us all, when we can share it with sincerity. Greetings from Gede Prama 🙂 🙂
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