The sunset is dead, oceans are crying,
the sky is vicious in red, people are lying.
Life is sickeningly beautiful
And beautifully slick
With the blood of the dawn
That comes much too quick
You walk as you yell,
Left alleged of a purple dream
The stars and the wind widen a void
To pull in the morning and night, to divide the day for darkness
To rust and corrode, to age your bones in warm decay
Has it all been so lost, so long.
As pretty as a celluloid cry,
Gamble for what’s broken, iconic soul,
Darkened days, glittering city,
Grey skies loose over the edges and horizons,
Sparking colors to seas, covered at its seem
All the favorites, the places are ruined, your stroll ruined every past affection, without the air
Of a soft resurrection.
It feels that Bullets have lined my chest,
created canyons on my body,
river of bloody regrets circling the world
Then disappearing, fading into velveteen clouds
On which I can scatter my thoughts to distract and help myself.
The edgy valley is my home now, the one I follow
Always verging. Always verging.
I realise
it is the world’s persona
to shear the horizon in half with scissors
at dawn, to mock with romance of blazing colours
The chandelier shatters it’s patterns on my shoulders,
And I brush the glass that litters the bed
where shaded red spreads like sunset
On my empty fingertips
I wish for a figure-eight in the sand
A sleight of hand, so soft
For a fate not tainted
with parting words and shattered worlds
or sickeningly beautiful things
The better half of this poem A.K.A the second part was written in collaboration with In Mind and Out. I celebrated every conversation we had to get to what this poem became. I hope all of you have read her vivid array of masterpieces, and if you haven’t then I strongly, very strongly urge you to do so as fast as you can. I promise you’re missing out.
The picture credit goes to Tom Plevnik as usual.
Sickeningly beautiful, indeed.
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Thank you, very much Bojana!! 😁
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Wait a minute. You meant that as a compliment, Right?
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Words so reminiscent of the times we live in!
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True. This was inspired by an image that is definitive of today, seductive towards all its destruction.
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Excellent collaboration, Watt. Two extremely talented people whose work I admire tremendously.
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Thank you very very much! It means an honest ton. 😉
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My pleasure 🙂
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Thank you so much G, the feeling is more than mutual, as you know.
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You are welcome. Lots of hugs to you.
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And lots of hugs and happy everythings back to you dear G.
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A wonderful post
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Thank you, Luisa.
P.S Where in Italy do you live?
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I live in northern Italy, 25 km north of Milan, near Monza 😊
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I’m in Cinque Terre these days, it’s gorgeous. The people are simply amazing. I’m so envious that you get to live here.
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I agree with you. Italy is wonderful but not all of us are aware of that.
N.B. Cinque Terre is a unique place
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A powerful collaboration,
evoking strong imagery.
Like Che Guevara in a bathtub
of Bolivian artillery.
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Thanks as always. 😁
Che Guavera, huh? I guess you’ve caught me on my South American liking. Although Italy is very convincing. People keep saying that the most famous European places are overrated, they’re all liars though. I was wrong too, Europe isn’t tired at all!!
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A multifaceted dragon
asleep upon all its treasures
. . . resting in it’s lair.
I too have seen Europa stirring
full of youthful yearning
and the promise of taking to the air.
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Stunning in its powerful elegance of harsh reality. Amazing collaboration!!
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Thank you!!
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You are my first words of the day. Completely riveting! What talent! This passage literally took the air out of me.
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Thank you immensely! It means a lot to us that you enjoyed the poem.
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I wrote an extensively long comment on Rachel’s post of this work.
But I have to keep gushing just a little longer- because I am not a poet and reading poetry like this makes me come to love poems. I want more of this in my life, more good thoughtful words that make life bright despite the dark, and make the dark a brightness in itself.
Keep writing, both of you, never ever stop writing.
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We might never!! Thank you so very much!!
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This is truly an amazing collaboration. I must read rest of your work.
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Just in case I haven’t made it clear enough, it was a privelige to write something with someone so talented. The concept and metaphors for this were all yours, and you seemed to just magic these things up with apparent ease. Just line after kind of surreal and beautiful words, it made my part easy to write. So…. thank you, and I really hope we can do this again sometime.
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You’re very very kind. It was so so fun and exciting working with you. I was so eager toward the opportunity. Let’s do it again soon. Thank you, thank you. 🙂
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Let’s 😊
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I left a comment on Rachel’s site too.
But this is amazing.
And I love the photo you paired it with.
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Thank you!!
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You’re welcome!
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😊
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Excellent collaboration.
The idea of figures eight in the sand…
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That was Rachel’s line. I’m very happy you liked that line, I did too. 😃
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And it’s not the only great line in this poem. It’s a really brilliant piece.
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Thank you!!
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🙂
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It was a line inspired by yours, so we can claim joint ownership 😂
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😂
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Beautiful collaboration Watt. I’ve been trying to comment using my phone and my iPhone app isn’t cooperative. Hope you vaca is awesome. 🙂
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It was awesome until today. I decided to come to a place that I’m regretting, I’ll leave for Milan tommorow.
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Oh darn I’ve done that before. Keep moving forward and enjoy yourself. Take care hugs 🤗
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Will do!! ☺️
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Holy! wow!
Both of you created such a surrealism of beautifully well landscapes of imagery.
My favorite one from the both of you. 🙂
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Wow, I miss out on a lot of your comments. Odd, since I really like to see yours. Good luck with your next series!! 🙂
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Make sure you check your spam and hopefully none of my comments are not on their. Or, maybe its WordPress because I have left comments on Bojana page and I don’t receive them on my notification. I have to go directly to her page and see if she responded which she did so. So, It’s WordPress.
My next series on Monday you will like. If you love experimental and head scratching then you’ll love what I have in stored.
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Talented people 🤗
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Reblogged this on CRAZY LIFE and commented:
I admire this man, his writing and encouragement for me to write
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Brilliant vivid descriptions, Watt! Love your colourful imagery here. Great collaboration 🙂
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This is a fabulous collaboration, a glorious creation!
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Reblogged this on worldtraveller70.
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Well expressed reflections of the realistic side of life. Wishing for a figure-eight in the sand, a wish for eternity in a sickeningly beautiful world.
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today @ Web Media Network – Pier Carlo Lava.
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Il tramonto è morto, gli oceani piangono,
il cielo è vizioso in rosso, la gente sta mentendo.
La vita è incredibilmente bella
e meravigliosamente liscia
con il sangue dell’alba
che arriva troppo in fretta
Cammini mentre urli,
Sinistra presunta di un sogno viola
Le stelle e il vento allargano un vuoto
Per tirare la mattina e la notte, per dividere il giorno per l’oscurità
Per ruggire e corrodere, per invecchiare le tue ossa in caldo decadimento
È stato tutto così perso, così a lungo.
Bello come un grido di celluloide,
scommetti su ciò che è spezzato, anima iconica,
giorni oscuri, città scintillante,
cieli grigi si perdono sui bordi e sugli orizzonti, dai
colori scintillanti ai mari, coperti dal suo
aspetto. ha rovinato ogni affetto passato, senza l’aria
di una dolce resurrezione.
Sento che i proiettili hanno rivestito il mio petto,
creato canyon sul mio corpo,
fiume di sanguinosi rimpianti che circondano il mondo e
poi scompaiono, svanendo in nuvole di velluto
su cui posso disperdere i miei pensieri per distrarmi e aiutarmi.
La valle spigolosa è la mia casa adesso, quella che seguo
Sempre al limite. Sempre al limite.
Mi rendo conto
che è la persona del mondo
a tagliare l’orizzonte a metà con le forbici
all’alba, a deridere con il romanticismo di colori ardenti
Il lampadario spezza i suoi schemi sulle mie spalle,
E spazzolo il vetro che sporca il letto
dove il rosso sfumato si diffonde come il tramonto
Acceso le mie dita vuote
Vorrei una figura otto nella sabbia
Un gioco di prestigio, così morbido
Per un destino non contaminato
da parole di separazione e mondi in frantumi
o cose disgustosamente belle
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Wow!!!!! Two of my favourite writers cone together for creating this masterpiece!!! I’m speechless!!! This was too beautiful!!!
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