detective of love

Rectangular battery box with large round reflector; carrying handle on top of box

flash light image: Wikipedia

I love mystery

the challenge; the chase

diving into the archives of people’s lives

shining my flashlight in the dark corners of the mind

We all have motives.

We all leave clues

of emotions

of dreams.

I will find

who it is

you love.

The trail of passion

never goes cold.

@phylor, 2015

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16 thoughts on “detective of love

  1. luckyjc007 June 30, 2015 / 6:53 am

    Nice post..Especially using the flashlight .😃

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    • phylor June 30, 2015 / 9:16 pm

      Thank you.
      I thought of all the police shows where they enter the dark space and shine their flashlights to reveal the crime, criminal, evidence.

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  2. Candy June 29, 2015 / 9:54 pm

    love the image of shining the flashlight in the dark corners of someone’s mind. Nicely written!

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    • phylor June 30, 2015 / 3:40 am

      Thanks. I wanted to use the detective imagery. There are those atmospheric scenes where beams of flashlight reveal hidden things. Like the opening sequences of the X Files.

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  3. eclecticoddsnsods June 29, 2015 / 6:53 pm

    Haunting and well feels like someone is on my tail. Flows with a lovely pace x

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  4. DELL CLOVER June 29, 2015 / 6:35 pm

    Oh my, makes me think of the relentless one in Les Miserables. And on a mildly humorous note: I’m putting my hands up, “okay, okay, what do you want to know? I’ll tell you!”

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        • phylor June 30, 2015 / 3:43 am

          Good point!
          I always smile when I think of Monty Python’s sketches of getting people to confess by placing them in a comfy chair rather than a torture chamber. If only life worked that way.

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          • DELL CLOVER June 30, 2015 / 4:08 am

            Ohhh, I didn’t get the comfy chair reference, so thanks for clarifying. I’d be so Easy for any investigator’s job–I have a tendency to just blurt everything out, and I mean Everything… Recently I was in the grocery store (stop me if I’ve already told you this)–and the guy in line ahead of me had a Honolulu Police Dept t-shirt on. I said, “Honolulu PD?!!” He turned and said yes, but that he didn’t work there–a friend had bought him the shirt. My eyes must have been like saucers, because he then said, “Is there something you want to confess? You look a little nervous, there.” And that was all it took, I was off and running with some completely innocent anecdote…total crazy woman. Sheesh, I hope I never see him again.

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            • phylor June 30, 2015 / 4:15 am

              I had to make a real adjustment when I made the personal public. I’ve blurted on my blog.
              I love the description of your trip to the grocery store. That sounds like a post!

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