Here lay violets in a hawk-face celebration that gawks out of my window. An assurance lay nearby, ‘Everything’s going to be alright’ And I headed out with a crescent-shaped smile, and a gorge in my eyes, to collect the blaze of lips shutter in a rose-colored brain. All the burning idleness, recalled in passionate wind. The day lay at the center of the galaxy, speckled in children’s scream, and it floated away at the tap of the chest, beating in advanced laughter of the sad, sad, unforgiving weather.
Night was an exploration, that searched for a steering wheel, to trundle in the dregs of a silver memory, bathing in suntan-daydream swimsuits. And a wobbly pedestal arrested me in its comfortable clutch, I placed a hand over another hand, and my legs crawled toward the accelerator, building up force, slower, slower still. I flew deep into the night.
The wind made walls that closed in, an aviary of chirping colors, changing my head to my hands, charging my nose with mawkish wetness. And the brick laden streets were snapshots of an ancient, emptying heat that was breeding in long, blonde fields of what could have been, what I believe should have been. If only I was in a standstill in a stranger land, I would collapse. But I’m still here, nails sunk into the leather covers, and fixing the chains of my seat-belt, always looking out at the rain.
“Come, stare its legs off, and wear it down in a spiral, hungering its beauty”
My mind was filled with images while reading that! When I came to the part about “what could have been, what I believe should have been” I thought about my Celiac disease and how my life could and should have been different. Then I read the next part “If only I was in a standstill” and I smiled because the verse I read this morning was Psalm 46:10 “Be still, and know that I am God…”
Powerful poem Watt! God bless!
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I’m sorry to hear about your Celiac disease. But thank you just as much for the praise and Goldy connectivity. π
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Monumental beauty. The thoughts are deep and the imagery is stringing.
“Here lay violets in a hawk-face celebration that gawks out of my window. An assurance lay nearby, βEverythingβs going to be alrightβ
“I placed a hand over another hand, and my legs crawled toward the accelerator, building up force, slower, slower still. I flew deep into the night.”
yet
“Iβm still here, nails sunk into the leather covers, and fixing the chains of my seat-belt, always looking out at the rain.”
Every word multiplies itself until it stops into “come”
This is your magic. This is epic.
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Monumental praise! But do you think I have a voice as a writer? I mean If I was to read yours or Rachel’s writing elsewhere, and was not told that it was by either if you, I’m fairly certain that I will recognize the distinct styles of both of you.
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Watt, you absolutely have a voice… a very distinctive one. I could say the same about *your* work (being able to recognize it without a name attached).
I would call your voice “kaleidoscope eyes.”
I’m always both mystified and enchanted by the fragmented cohesion.
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Kaleidoscope Eyes sounds so amazing!! Thank you for giving me this innerly happy feeling!!
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Super happy you liked it! π€©
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I loved it!
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Watt, you have a voice as a writer. The voice of an exceptional writer. I will recognize you from thousands others
I acutely suspected at a certain moment that you were published under another name.
Seriously I have no idea why you donβt summit those pieces to journals. Look this is not about aggrandizing yourself. Itβs about bringing meaning into other peopleβs lives. You have no idea how your words would resonate with so many people.
Your talent is beyond. Moreover your words stuck. After I read your pieces I need some kind of purification. I need to force myself not to think too much about your writings because I get so immersed into them that all of the sudden I feel the need to add to your pieces. That has never happened to me. I love and admire so many writers. Rachel fascinates me. She touches my heart. She is incredible. I have no idea -again-why she does not want to be published. I do not want to ask her because I do not want to intrude.
You asked me.Here is my answer: You grab the reader by the neck until your reader cannot breathe anymore. You have a distinct voice. You can create silk and you can cut deep.
This is it. Sorry for all typos and grammars mistakes. I am on my IPhone and I already messed words and comments today. But you got the message I hope.
My next guest. Let me know.
Think about publication.
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I need to join this thread, and add my two cents about the uniqueness of the voice that you bring. Every poem you write is a journey of electric magnificence. And G, you have said it perfectly, I second all of it.
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Your voice is important.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Rachel.
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I am astounded at your appreciation. I feel a bit too proud of myself right now. π
I’m not sure why I never considered publishing. Maybe I should. And with your encouragement maybe I can.
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Please consider. And If you do, please feel free to contact me.
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I will.
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π
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Anatomy of the mind! Beauty!
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Thank you! An anatomical view of the mind after the scrutiny of a day.
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This is the issue I have with the modern bookstore. Often, the books on the shelf are no good for me. Yet, this, in a blog, is good for me. Bookstores need to change. Good piece of writing, Watt.
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Thank you immensely, Matt!!
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This just stands out Watt, among all the books on my bookshelf and even those in the library.
Your writing are always a pleasure to read,
Even Joyce would look far to compare.
Have a nice day!
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You make me flaw deep into the night…
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Hey Watt,
Here’s an update regarding your question. I talked to Support today. To get notifications, YOU need to make some changes. Go to: My profile-notification settings-browser notifications: Get instant notifications for new comments and likes, even when you are not actively using WordPress.com. click ENABLE, then allow/always.
Check out this link too. Apparently, itβs all about browsers.
https://en.support.wordpress.com/browser-notifications/
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I’ll do that. It’s a little hard to keep track of when you reply, and so I have to head over to read the response. This might fix that.
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Seriously, canβt even start with how incredible it is. You has me from the opening lines.
βCome, stare its legs off, and wear it down in a spiral, hungering its beauty. β
This is exactly what I want to do to this poem.
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“This is exactly what I want to do to this poem.”
Omg! Yes! Brilliantly well said! That’s true.
Actually it’s what I *did* to this piece, a few times over.
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Thank you Nadine. The more I read of your work, the more honored I feel that you take the time to read mine. βΊοΈ
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Oh, this is so kind! Thank you Watt ππ
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Ha! Thank you so much!
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It really was the perfect way to end it!
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Night was an exploration, that searched for a steering wheel
One of my favorite things about your writing is the way movement is combined with stillness. Escaping a landscape but not escaping the self.
You definitely have a voice, never doubt it.
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Thank you! It’s been a while hasn’t it?
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True. I haven’t been on WP much.
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Well, I can hardly wait to read what you publish next.
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I can hardly wait myself, Watt. I am so slow these days…
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Nicely said, B. I agree.
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I feel like the title exploded into the fascinating fragments of the prose, working together into the close-up that is the last vivid scene.
Your mind is amazing.
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“Your mind is amazing”
(Guilty) π
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ha a good thing to be guilty of!
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Reblogged this on worldtraveller70.
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The flow and the prose poem structure is tremendously magic.
The imagery stirring, and the echo of your work is exploring the human inner self and what destiny lies ahead of us.
Your heart is talented and beautiful my friend. π
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Thank you very very much, Charlie!
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You are welcome, Watt. π
I always love reading your work and I get inspired and influence. π
I’m taking a little break this week. But, I’ll be back Next Monday the 26. π
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Ohhh. I hope with all that much inspiration to make up for the absence.
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Trust me. I have a ton of writing I’m either finished or some I’m fixing. It’ll be worth it. π
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I can hardly wait.
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Oh wow, such poetic detail… I’m still trying to take it all in. What caught my attention is the image you chose, and then I realized this is much how I feel about my sunrises, except I have no words only pictures. Beautiful Watt.
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I love your pictures of sunrises! And to be honest, I thought about you when I first saw this picture as well.
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Aww itβs so nice to know this. Thank you for thinking of me. I love the colors of that sky.
Iβm standing outside at the wee crack of dawn waiting for the sunrise now drinking coffee.
Your writing moves me always.
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ππ
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ππ€ Happy Thursday to you. Hope your day is going well. π
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Takes me back to the sunny blonde wheat fields where life began, then awakens me in the here and now, where if it’s not raining, it will.
I like the rain, usually.
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I don’t usually like the rain, but sometimes the rain is enough for when the day is down.
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Sometimes the rain is soothing.
Sometimes exciting!
Sometimes it refreshes.
My fave days have sun and clouds, not too hot so I can walk for a long time.
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Same!!
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:D… the joy of walking … I need to go for a walk, but it just started raining. LOL!
Think I’ll make pasta sauce!
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What should have been
is my favourite hiding place.
No one, except the Poet, the
Dreamer, the madman,
or the artist,
ever thinks to look there.
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I think it’s mine too. And what has been often becomes the problem.
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today @ Web Media Network – Pier Carlo Lava.
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You do have a wonderful writing voice that is all yours and only you. Masterpiece.
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Your words help me imagining all with closed eyesβοΈ
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