Open Link Night #OLN dVerse. 15.01.2026
In response to: https://wp.me/p1GTyJ-8NP


She is not hidden—
only translated
into color and cadence.
Verticals fall like rain
that forgot how to stop,
each stripe a moment passing,
each hue a breath interrupted.
Her face gathers itself
between red resolve
and blue silence,
a woman becoming
through motion rather than form.
Identity drips,
reassembles,
refuses stillness.
This is how a soul survives time:
by letting the world move through her
until she is no longer outline,
only presence—
standing
among the verticals.
💫Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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What a beautiful ekphrastic poem for this vibrant image! I am especially smitten with these lines“a woman becomingthrough motion rather than form” and your final stanza.
Thank you so much for posting! Do consider joining us on Saturday for our LIVE session….even if just to sit in – the more the merrier!
Thank you so much Lillian 😇.
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Thanks 😊
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Thank you—that means a lot to me. Absorbed by the world feels very close to what I was sensing as I wrote it.
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