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reluctant october

Photo by Rene 

how divinely you dance
around the thread
smiling, barely breathing
spinning secrets and
angelic half truths
into silken veils
without so much as a ripple
every vowel whispered
swallowed up and
held smartly, tightly
in your hot little grasp
a carrot dangled
over a bear trap heart

Rene ~ October 2011
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Comments

  1. a bear trap heart...yeah, watch the big teeth..smiles.

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  2. Oh, Rene. I've lived this.

    Your images are so strong, so clever. I just love your writing.

    Pearl

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  3. your blog overhaul keelhauled me.
    nonethess, i love this.
    apparently your leaves are changing. ours, not so much. just a tetch.

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  4. Sorry, Marian...just trying out a new design for a bit.

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  5. Ka. Pow.

    Is that bear trap chrome plated?

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  6. wow- I too love the bear trapped heart.

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  7. I guess we all love that bear trapped heart... :-)

    JJRod'z

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  8. Reluctant to say 'ditto' but I do love that bear trapped heart!

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  9. hmm

    The Bear's Opinion

    July's spinning silk
    becomes October's dreamy
    meditation on love
    afloat in the patch
    of late red berries.

    We eat
    ursine opinions
    we've gathered in haste,
    in such a hurry now that
    winter approaches us
    with all its due speed.

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  10. Gorgeous. One of my favorites of yours, Rene...

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  11. @ christopher... love it!

    Thank you all for commenting. I saw an actual (tiny, non-working) bear trap heart locket at a local gift shop and so I was inspired :)

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  12. Beautiful, Rene.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  13. Well I hate the bear trapped heart. Juuust kidding. :) Wonderful piece. I kept looking for spiderwebs in that photo.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  14. @Casey...why i oughta...
    look closer at the leaves I'm sure Charlotte is there :)

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  15. Thought provoking Rene....your writing is captivating and beautiful! :-)

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  16. The carrot, oh the carrot! - fascinating piece!

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  17. a great poem - the last line is to die for

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  18. Nice! Love the image of the thread. I have thought something like this while reading certain blogs before.

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  19. A very imaginative view of the prompt.

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  20. I was going to say loved your bear trap heart, but I strive to be original ... fabulous

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