for Friday Fictioneers, November 9, 2012.
How to describe it? The grief is heavy, distinctly. Regret, fear, and misgivings. The experience is prominent, yet so difficult to explain. Actuality gives way to traces, as if patterned into nature, something that should have been known all along, but not possible to identify. This mix of things – complexity – the oversight of choices. Myopia, like scales, and the fracturing, the cloud. Peering and peering, inside and out, straining for meaning, for reasons. Dimly opaque, only powerful suggestion, like lace over frost.
N Filbert 2012
All my Words are Silent 
“Actuality gives way to traces,” I loved this. Nicely done.
This is simply gorgeous.
thank you very much!
thank you
Lots of deep thinking and philosophy here and I love the title. ron
You are welcome! ^_^
Like lace over frost. Very well done.
Deep and complex. The work of a true writer. Love… “lace over frost…” Nice job.
that is very encouraging! Thank you
thank you
thanks a lot ron
Lovely poetic text. 😉
thanks so much
Dear Mr. Filbert,
Your meditation on the ice covered window is perfect for the prompt.
Thak you for visiting mine.
Aloha,
Doug
“The oversight of choices” was a startling phrase of truth. Well done!
thank you very much
Glad to find you. Thanks for following me. Love your bits and bobs, and the bits behind the bobs….
thanks so much – great new connection, thanks to the Rag Tree!