A hundred paper lamps were floating across the river as the sun was going down, scorching everything in moody orange. Jim touched the strips of sunset colors with his cheek, in shiny, shiny leather, and gazed at the magnetic plunges of serial suits and ties, boxer shorts, and bright shirts rolled up. The tender September moments fleeing into the mirroring glass of office buildings, and the chemise of the day was golden, with sneezes and smoke settling snugly into the sparkling air.
Things look different in this effervescent glow, like the light itself highlights the cheekbones of the riverbank, darkens its eyelashes and dilates it’s pupils. Some unreasonably complimentary filter that softens thoughts and faces, and a low electric hum crossing wires and connecting the disconnected souls on alternate sides of the riverbank. Floating frequencies and bridges where there were moats and dissolving moonless September nights in the glistening water.
With teeth like piano keys, children smiled, and faces came out of the horizon, as parents shuffled and bumped into each other to reach the riverfront. Jim had the unwavering faith of starting an adventure, seeking inspiration from the suburban parental, familial satisfaction, and the Christopher McCandless, exploration of the wild. He thought he had enough age on his head to have it all. And his compact home, he remembered, had seeping pipes and now it beckoned him to go bathe in waterfalls, and not showers; climb more mountains, and less beds. This dream in his mind collided with the clanging of the barefoot footsteps on the bridge. He stared wide-eyed, short dressed into the seams, where the blankness made him move slowly to complete a scene of revelry. Just roping him with the clutch of its happiness. Cartoons from newspaper stands flew in the animate the sky, and he propagated himself into the fields of long, brunette haired people.
There’s a shared frequency here, and Jim tunes in to the atmosphere and turns the radio waves up until he can feel the air grow loud with the sound of his favourite song. It’s the kind of coincidence that feels like destiny and reverberates from somewhere within his chest until he cannot help but hear the beat of his own heart and the sound of his own hum. It’s a realisation, and before he knows it, his vocal chords open to the tune of possibilities, happy birthdays and gratuities sung in some hidden place of adventure. He sees his name rolling in the credits, words tumbling everywhere ready for him to collect with his pen in the cinematic release surging through him as he dances in the sunrise of tomorrow.
This is my third time collaborating with the talented In Mind and Out. We sparked a sense of happiness and plugged it into the character I’ve focused on writing this month.
Interesting read 👍🏻
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Thank you! It means a lot coming from you.
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We want more of you two!
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That’s really nice of you to say!! Thank you!! This I think unofficially ended my style for September.
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Something new next month!
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Hmmm!
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We will be waiting!
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Nice collab., though it is difficult to tell who contributed to which part, great synergy and loved the ending.
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Well, the ending was by her. Thank you for the compliments! 🙂🙂
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Great collaboration
🌹❣🌹
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Thank you! 🤗
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So subtly beautiful. I guess you two could shine a million stars. And the character…. He must be the luckiest guy in the world to be written by someone as amazing as the two of you.
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Excellent collaboration! It moves seamlessly and here and there I can glimpse Rachel’s writing.
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The second and the final paragraphs were by her. Thank you!! 🙂
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You are welcome. Yes, I guessed so. 🙂
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This existential carnival of prose herein, is like a favourite song.
You are a unique writer, Watt. Thank you!
Not sure who In Mind and Out is, but it works!
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Thank you so much, Resa!
In Mind and Out is an outstandingly brilliant poet and friend. You should really read her. 🙂
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So much fun as always to write with you. Your incredible talent inspires and makes writing easier. I really loved tuning into the concept of Jim, and trying to find his happy place. I think it even helped me find my own for a bit!
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That’s the best part about this! It made you feel happy? Now that’s something I’m really proud of.
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It truly did. Best gift ever!
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Superb collaboration from you and Rachel.
The dynamic imagery here is filled with happiness and a sense of hope in all around. 🙂
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That was the absolute intention. Thank you, Charlie.
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You are welcome. Both you and Rachel are my favorite poets. 🙂 Bless you both and thank you both for producing and creating from your own hearts this triumphant poetic prose masterpiece. 🙂
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Thank you!! Hope your well is going well.
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You welcome Watt.
I’m doing well and always being creatively active. 🙂
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Not meaning to hijack Watt’s comment thread, but thank you Charlie!
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It’s okay. Happy to have you!!
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Ha! Thanks! It’s pretty nice to come to someone else’s comments and find something nice about yourself!
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I’ve been doing the same for yours. 😂
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I’m unreasonably happy to hear that 😂
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You are welcome Rachel. 🙂 Bless you so much. 🙂
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A shared revelry of effervescent poetry.
And so says all of me 🌋
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Thank you, David! Means a lot. 🙂
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Reblogged this on worldtraveller70.
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I love this.
And the last paragraph finishes it so beautifully!
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It was Rachel’s. Can you please tell her that she did amazingly.
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Watt, I am leaving here the comment I left on Rachel’s blog.
“Well, well. well… you two… I cannot even distinguish between the two imaginations, the two souls, the two dreams. The writing is flawless like it was written by one person: Rachel y Watt ( as in José Ortega y Gasset).
The atmosphere is stunning, surreal, dream like. No automatic writing, yet some soft juxtaposition of unbelievable imagery is clearly present.
“This dream in his mind collided with the clanging of the barefoot footsteps on the bridge; With teeth like piano keys, children smiled, and faces came out of the horizon; words tumbling everywhere ready for him to collect with his pen in the cinematic release surging through him as he dances in the sunrise of tomorrow.”
Every line is breathtaking. Everything is as surreal as Dali’s paintings. Jim is a vehicle who brings up the challenges of the subconscious.
This is a piece that deserves to be featured on the first page of every literary journal. People were surprised when Patrick Modiano got the Nobel Prize in literature ( I wasn’t. I love Patrick Modiano, but I am odd :)) They certainly will not be surprised when you two get that prize.
Magnificent.
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The Nobel Prize??!!! That’s too much.
Thank you for this beautiful comment. Rachel was awesome enough to jump on the Jim train, and load her cargo unto it.
And a comparison to Dali’s magnificence is just a whole other level. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 🙃🙂
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Is it really? If you don’t want the money I can take it. But the medal is yours. Are we good?
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Sure. You deserve it. 😂
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haha!
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😂
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I got this jealousy thing going on again! Your writing is never predictable or disappointing.
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