On the rim
of sunset, evening
hues are darkening,
musky with the fading
scent of undergrowth.
Summer will soon be a forgotten
dream, her insects a distant echo.
But at the heart of feelings
of rejection and loneliness
is the beat of all things.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Thursday photo prompt – Alone #writephoto
Every Thursday at noon GMT, Sue publishes one of her photos as a writing prompt. Throughout the week, she features a number of the responses on her blog, the Daily Echo, and every week, a full round-up of posts is published linking back to the original posts of contributors.
writing in north norfolk 
So beautiful. I love the sensory imagery – “her insects a distant echo”
Gorgeous take on the prompt. ❤
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Thank you! 💗
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Wow, the whole piece is beautiful, but those 3 final lines really spoke to me–thanks much!
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Beautiful! 🌺🌺🌺
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Thanks Dorna!
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“But at the heart of feelings
of rejection and loneliness
is the beat of all things.” — Serpentine and sublime! Nicely crafted.
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I liked the message in the last three lines. I am still trying to make sense out of it and may be adding to it without realizing. As I see it the well, or height, of feelings is where the heartbeat is, alone and apparently rejected, and it moves out from there to include others.
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I’m still trying to make sense out of it, too, Frank! It seems to have changed since I wrote it. 🙂
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Beautiful, Kim…
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Thank you, Sue. I tried to do the gorgeous photo justice.
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It’s a rather special place to me, Kim 🙂
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