in the temples of the discreet

In the temples of the discrete, anonymous, hidden in the brume of time, ticks the clock of life.

No matter how aloof, the time-keepers, the life-keepers, bear the emblem of  the throb of humanity.

Some misshapen by the burden of a life-time, use chantage on the keepers, on others, on themselves.

But, it buys no tick on the clock, no extra second, no reprieve.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 39.

A mix of script and freefall – some words lay where they fell from my subconscious creative mind. While this isn’t a message from there, I have been getting some of those lately.

© phylor

 

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12 thoughts on “in the temples of the discreet

  1. Bastet December 17, 2014 / 12:02 pm

    Bravo Phylor .. this is so mysterious and yet it seems so clear .. a great write!

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    • phylor December 17, 2014 / 4:13 pm

      Thanks — I also was trying to see how many of the words I could use in one sentence, lol.

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      • Bastet December 18, 2014 / 1:33 am

        I like to challenge myself similarly sometimes – like using the words in alphabetical order haven’t tried to use them all in the same sentence, could be interesting!

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        • phylor December 18, 2014 / 10:06 pm

          I like the idea of alphabetical order

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          • Bastet December 19, 2014 / 3:04 am

            It didn’t come out half bad :)

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  2. summerstommy2 December 16, 2014 / 7:43 pm

    I like that idea of words landing where they fall. Well done.

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    • phylor December 16, 2014 / 11:17 pm

      Sometimes I think of words as leaves — spinning, floating, dancing, pushed and pulled by the wind until they land.

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      • summerstommy2 December 16, 2014 / 11:19 pm

        Nice thought hopefully they land where you are heading.

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        • phylor December 17, 2014 / 8:44 am

          If not, I rake them up into a big pile, take a running leap into the centre and see what happens then.

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            • phylor December 17, 2014 / 4:14 pm

              Perfect day to rake up the last of the fall leaves. Or make bubbles.

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