The blooming decay
illuminates a fly
resting on the wall
© Zelda Reville
Fluoroscence
“No one sees me changing. But who sees me? I am my own hiding place.' – Joë Bousquet
“No one sees me changing. But who sees me? I am my own hiding place.' – Joë Bousquet
The blooming decay
illuminates a fly
resting on the wall
© Zelda Reville
Zelda Reville 
Love concept of a “blooming decay” !!!
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Ah, thank you~
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The blooming decay just soothes everything in poetry. Love this. 🙂
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Thank you Charlie! I’ve always been partial to the beauty in decay…
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Something about decay is fascinating. Especially in the art forum.
Say, by any chance did you read the last poem I posted before I went silent? It’s the humor one about Gandoff. hahahaha!!!
I miss reading your work. I’m glad I’m back and now the fun begins.
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