Direction

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”

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It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

60 thoughts on “Direction”

  1. 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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  2. 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, ‘Everything’s going to be alright’

    “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

    “I’m 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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    1. 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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      1. 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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      5. 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 don’t summit those pieces to journals. Look this is not about aggrandizing yourself. It’s about bringing meaning into other people’s 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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      6. 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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      8. I am astounded at your appreciation. I feel a bit too proud of myself right now. 😂
        I’m not sure why I never considered publishing. Maybe I should. And with your encouragement maybe I can.

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  5. 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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  7. 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, it’s all about browsers.
    https://en.support.wordpress.com/browser-notifications/

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  8. Seriously, can’t even start with how incredible it is. You has me from the opening lines.

    “Come, stare its legs off, and wear it down in a spiral, hungering its beauty. “

    This is exactly what I want to do to this poem.

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  9. 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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  13. 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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      1. Aww it’s so nice to know this. Thank you for thinking of me. I love the colors of that sky.
        I’m standing outside at the wee crack of dawn waiting for the sunrise now drinking coffee.
        Your writing moves me always.

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      1. 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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