Category Archives: Springtime In Atlantis

Creative writing mecca of The Zephyr Lounge; a combination of short stories, poetry, and other literary works. All work is copyrighted by Robert L. Franklin.

“The Solitary Tree”

This short story has recently been accepted to publication by the Dallas Writer’s Journal. I I stared outside of my window, watching the spring rain on the sill, each little bead exploding upon contact with the wooden, white finish. My … Continue reading

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“Frontiers”

I tread down a rocky dirt road, gazing at the frontiers ahead. The dust intoxicated me, choking me gently while the breeze caused my eyes to squint. Regaining my focus, I stared out again, my eyes following the road to … Continue reading

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“Conversations With Sparrows — A Terza Rima”

In solitude, I collect my tears in a fractured glass jar, while watching the imperfections in the walls observe me, conversing, with hundreds of tiny sparrows – near and far. My hands hold the side of my head, stabilizing my … Continue reading

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“Brave New World — A Petrarchan Sonnet

I float gently in these ipecac seas, admiring the clouds streaking the toxic skies, the cypress sprouting from water’s slime, and the trio of black zephyrs above me. Behold! The tenacity of this Lynchian scene wraps itself around my compound … Continue reading

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“Weeping Over Coffee and Napkins”

Could I exert my hands past the tempered glass for just a chance to touch you once more? Can I prove to myself you are not a ghost, or is the long-shot ambition too crass, and the idea only manifested … Continue reading

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“In Nature”

I can see fields of shamrocks and azure trails stretching into the distance as you take my hand and smile. We race through the picturesque frontier, dodging the looming maples on our way to nowhere in particular, the cool grass … Continue reading

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“Sunset in Atlantis”

Your toes dip into the crystal clear waters, sending ripples into the distance in every conceivable direction. Fish swim through your created currents, delighted by the rush. Dolphins leap, their majesty tracing the heavens above. Your impact touches galleons, crusted … Continue reading

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“New Orleans”

Each time I blink, you’re the afterimage I see. True beauty, wrapped in the cloth of essence, held upon your body by seraphs. When trumpets blare, the streets are flooded by archetypical lovers, their bodies in unison with the music … Continue reading

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“A Beautiful Silence”

I sit amongst the abalone skies, watching the stars fall diligently. With a sigh I smile, taken back by the exquisiteness they represent. To be within this picturesque cataclysm, I am stoic and impressed. The glamor they portray in each … Continue reading

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“To G.S.”

How do you measure time, my dear? Is it the ticks upon the face of a grandfather clock? Is it sand within a curvaceous hourglass? Is it the repetitious schedule of solar and lunar bodies? Or is it a manner … Continue reading

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