There you go, closing eyes on the road, anymore and any longer would break you apart but the wind in the palms, holding cigarettes at arm’s length away from the steering body in leather jacket you’re simply howling thru the night and driving away, looking in the mirror with some suspicion, with a vortex of contemplative freedom plunging into your thighs, face level with the edge of the streets, honesty lining the boulevard you left and then you zeroed into the skyline.
Spirit wither and turn weather in the seat that’s right beside…. Small and covered in smoke, the shades of sounds scattered over the shattered pieces, collected in album of heroic peace. You water the mirrors with your raining iris, and from there your vision blooms into the falling and calling of time, another person in semblance fastens the bravura of your design, to the air of your different sky. Now you can see for miles your arrival, and from the woods, it seems you’re really trying to be good. It seems you’re not dying, bowing over the pillows and craving the lurking story of your future, in the shoulders of your past, you’re keeping good.
You should return, go back, get free and swim across the faintest places, and the races that run freer. Then the glimmer and the glitters of oceanic blue can startle your head and gargle the sounds of screams in the great places of mystic watch, with your dreams underwater, and your ears rustling curtains dressed in flounders and curtails, tucking uncertainty beneath your belt as you tucker your shirt for a promised tomorrow.
Come morning, diamond air, combed hair, waking up to the revelry of life, barred to the holds and beginning another day until… until another breakaway.
What a piece of work this is, Poet.
What a balance between realism and expectation and acceptance and even a faint, contented, knowing pleasure. Also a certain foreknowledge which is the opposite of gloomy.
What a piece of work. Like our everyday lives on a swing between this and that but ever going forward hesitantly, combing our hair, because we believe we should go forward for the promised tomorrow because we know that we can keep good despite pieces which have shattered around us.
I appreciate the transformation of the leather noose into this leather jacket. I admit to relief, straight and simple.
What a wonderful piece of work, Poet! Thank you! Sarah
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Emotions were recollected in tranquility. 😁
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Wordsworth is smiling in heaven…………Sarah
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Really, after Sarah’s comment I don’t know what to add. I’ll only say again that I”d love to hear you read it.
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I can add a clip of Sarah reading it, if that’s okay with her.
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I’d still love to hear it.
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Anything you want, Poet, is yours for this gift of yours!
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I would still like to add sth. Damn!
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I know!
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Nice .
thanks
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Fantastic. Reads like an anthem and reminds me of that Lana Del Rey song “Summertime Sadness”. Awesome!
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Hey!! I never thought of it that way, but the comparison is so apt and I love Lana Del Rey so much!! I guess there are similarities between the video and my text. Thank you so so much! 😀
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“Dressed in flounders and curtails”…this is great!
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Thank you!!
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Watt i hat to read it a couple of times sorry but at the end i understand the article well done.
Lifeat60
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Thank you so much! It truly means a lot that you would try so much to read something of mine. 😁
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my pleasure Watt i wasn’t being rude either i just missed a few things the first read all good and it was worth reading the second time.
#Lifeat60
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Don’t worry about being rude! I never think of people as rude!! I mean I do, but I didn’t this time. 🙂
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thanks buddy have a great one chat soon and keep writing.
Paul
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😀
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A wonderful piece of escapism!
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Thank you!
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Wonderful words
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🙃
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You are a wordsmith of tranquility and realism. Both a balance.
I sensed and felt your words powerfully in my heart. I really needed to read something like this today. My favorite post of the day. 🙂
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Favorite? Thank you so much, Charlie!
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You are welcome, Watt. Yes, my favorite write by you. 🙂
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brilliantly done, it is not so much about balance but about the flow of thoughts that’s captivating about your writing.
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Thank you! It truly means a lot.
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Pardon my dust if I’m off-kilter but your piece perhaps, is a bio!? You definitely have a unique and enjoyable style of writing.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Most welcome! 😉
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This is wonderful stuff, Watt.
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Thank you, Nick! 😁
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What’s crazy is that it’s one brilliant paragraph, and then another brilliant paragraph, and then another and another…
“…with a vortex of contemplative freedom plunging into your thighs, face level with the edge of the streets, honesty lining the boulevard you left and then you zeroed into the skyline” — wow.
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Thank you
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