Behind her the world rushes past; a cacophony of metallic laughter and electric eyes.

In the silent light, the night shadows the clock tower and erases the seconds between her first breath and last.

She sees the endless, frantic, breathless, slow wisps of humanity touch under painted, frozen, still, wicked sky.

Her elbows cut the balance of the precipice. She hangs over a small, rolling, beautiful, dangerous ocean, slivered between gigantic, precious, elusive, sneering, frowning, resounding time.

Beneath her the world rushes past; a short story collection written in life. A writer marks a comma, crosses it out, and writes again. Women cross the street swinging black bags. The clasps come undone, and their dreams spill out, scatter behind them unnoticed.

Sweet taste of winter-frosted peach and daylily. The world rushes within her. Ears adapted; cacophony becomes symphony.

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  1. Hi Jaya,

    I loved this. The word cacophony always reminds me of the time when my sister and I were growing up and would each go to our bedrooms and play our (very different in style) choice of music at high volume until my dad shouted at us from downstairs, imploring us to reduce the volume, and invariably inserted the word ‘cacophony’ into his ranting. Other times, when we’d obviously pushed him too far, he just told us to ‘stop that bloody racket’! πŸ˜‰ Happy days …

    And I love the concept of dreams spilling out of a container. What a fantastic image.

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  2. I feel like I just took a hallucinogen with such vibrant, chaotic, innovative, and beautiful imagery here. ❀ ❀ I feel like this could represent the in-between of life and death, and it's reminding me a tad of this book my aunt sent me called "The Midnight Library."

    I love each verse here, I just can't pick a favorite. I love how it delves into missed opportunities and how others slip their dreams behind before they even begin to realize it (at least, that's how I interpret this gem of a prose-poem). Such brilliant, evocative writing, Jaya!

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    1. I am so, so honored to hear that Passing reminded you of The Midnight Library! I truly intended it to be that moment in between life and death and love the way you interpreted it. Thank you for sharing!

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  3. Jaya, once again such a deep look at everything in this world has to offer. I particularly love these lines,

    Women cross the street swinging black bags. The clasps come undone, and their dreams spill out, scatter behind them unnoticed.
    Just wonderful! πŸ˜ŠπŸ’™πŸŒ»

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