It's 3:30 am on any given weekday we stand on empty streets quiet except for the aimless which we count ourselves among as we linger listlessly listening for some subtle signs of life to provide directional guidance in the absence of our self-direction
A quadrille written around the word “linger” for Linda Lee Lyberg’s prompt at dVerse.
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Very nicely done!
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Thank you, and thank you for the prompt.
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I love the aliteration of linger listlessly listening … !
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I did too, I usually don’t do intentional alliteration, but I did there because it seemed to work well.
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T.,
A moment in time brilliantly captured.
pax,
dora
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I like the numerology of 33 so 3:30 works here, it’s the witching hour! 💞
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Good observation 😉
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I love your lingering alliteration here! I’m often up at 3:30, though I don’t stand out on the street.
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Maybe you should, maybe you’ll hear the calling.
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Painfully true. No sense of direction. An illusion? 🙂
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An illusion, a delusion? Whatever we need to tell ourselves to find direction.
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You captured that aimlessness very well!
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👏👏👏
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