It’s poetry week here at Sorryless! Well . . the next few posts anyhoo. One post each by me and the lovely and uber talented Linds B. And as an added bonus, we’re doing a ‘Wordless Wednesday’ which will feature Linds B’s amazing photography skills. So yeah . . three rounds of poetry, if you will. Hope you enjoy . . .
I sit on the edge of a pier whose crest is ruddy from salt and whose pores speak in countless years worth of retreat. The sun’s pledge is not simply to give life to everything, but to rearrange the composition of those silent places so that they may speak to us in the quiet of their nothingness. Which is why a simple plank of wood can tell stories. Richly hewn splinters swirl in the sea breeze while the deep and swollen ridges burn in myriad colors.
The moon has sliced deeply into the evening sky as if a serrated disc tearing through the raging mysteries of the dark. It presents itself as low hanging fruit ripe for the picking by lovers with a million different ideas on how to possess its sublime intentions. The songs it carries inside its plump belly, they plunge and holler and sway as the sun slowly descends into the ocean.
Night is spilling itself across a dying summer day as if ink spilling slowly across a landscape portrait. Its reach is lustful and outrageous but the severity of its reign is a bold disguise that is revealed before too long.
The stars. They begin to pockmark the roaming blankness with a lustrously magical spell full of brand new mysteries. Soon, the sky goes loud with shine as the moon imparts the wit and wisdom of the ages into children of a million torch light songs. They appear as crystallized shards of an ageless mountain range forged by ancient tales. They whisper in a language constructed of the first words to the last. They regale in the majestic union of bloom to dust. And then the world collapses into this endless wait that never loses time. Ashes marry to ashes, dust to eternal sky.
A song begins to play . . its lyrics woven from the living end.
Beautiful, flowing words that deliver the message that love in the air!
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Thank you Cincy. Love, hope, peace . . all the stuff worth wanting. And sorry for not mentioning those red hometown Reds. Or . . . did I? 😉
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Cheers to your work.
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Cheers to you for being a divine inspiration to so many of us, Frank.
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Thank you … but I’m not one who sees myself as inspirational.
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Well, that’s our job.
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Thank you kind sir.
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Right back atcha!
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Beautifully written. You used your words as paint and created a painting of a delightful nighttime adventure. Thank you for sharing.👍😉
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Mr. Mel,
Thank you for a most wonderfully awesome comment!
Peace
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I spent some time with this one. Lovely words, lovely images, lovely sentiments.
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Thank you, thank you and muchas gracias!
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De nada.
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‘magical spell, full of brand new mysteries’ – thats exactly how your text sounds! well done 💕💕
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Thank you so much! And apologies for the lateness of this reply. Seems WP is putting certain of my comments in the spam folder. How dare they!
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How dare they…😂 haha oh i have to check my spam too and no problems ✌️🙃
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Thank you for your kindness and understanding, RNB. Much appreciated.
Peace
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Fabulous, Marc. Was good to get away for a while.
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Thank ya John. Thank ya very much . . .
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My pleasure.
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You da best! 🙂
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Dear B,
Truly, you are a word sorcerer. This is absolutely beautiful. I was drawn in and carried along.
How lucky am I to be in your inner circle and privy to this beauty?
Awe, love and sprit,
Q
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Dear Q,
All I can say to this comment is, it’s sort of like waking up a few days after Christmas and finding a present you missed under the tree. And it’s like Christmas all over again.
MEMO TO WP: Go chase down the Russian hackers, you guys are THAT thorough! Wow . . .
Sorry(less) . . . but seriously, I can’t believe this beautiful comment was in the spam folder! You call me a word sorcerer? Are you kidding me? I can honestly say I don’t possess much of an ego or a need to have my back scratched with kudos . . but word sorcerer. I kinda went gaga with that. Because it comes from a person to whom I admire and respect and love. For her honesty, smarts and for her ability to cut to the quick when she digs a piece of writing.
Beta reader? You are like my hot buttah reader.
Peace and going gaga
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B,
Spam? I was SPAMMED? Yanno what happened to Leotardo? Or anyone who crossed Tony?
I knew it was odd that I didn’t get a return comment… 😉
And you know I tell it like it is. You are that good.
Gaga is good. Gaga means you don’t take anything for granted. Gaga means it meant something to you.
I’m good with that 😘
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In Tony Soprano Voice:
I want that fucking spam folda brought heeaahh! To me! NOOOWWW! That piece a shit spam folda thinks it can fuck with my business?!
Come to think of it, I thought it was odd you didn’t comment, lol. But I thought perhaps it simply moved you that much, yanno?
Well thank you, Miss Sunshine.
Gaga is very good. To feel it, like that. Yes.
I am very good with it.
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Buahahahaha!
Go Tony!
If you don’t get a comment, you should check… it would be out of the norm for me to diss you.
Very glad you’re good with it.
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I would never take it as a diss. If you was gonna diss me, you would come packing heat. As Uncle June used to say, “You come strong if you’re coming for me”.
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Just sayin’
And you know I would be up front… 😉
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Fo shizzle.
Always are, you always are. And that’s the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it . . .
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Awww hell!
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I can do better but hey . . it’s a fun song!
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😜
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You know it is!
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This is lovely! The third paragraph is beautiful!
Also totally agree with you on Scientology in the sidebar haha.
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Maureen,
I must apologize for just replying to this. It seems your wonderful comment was in the spam folder. Evidently, WordPress wants to steal my wonderful commenters from me. Well . . they can’t have ’em!
Haha! You took a gander at that Scientology sidebar huh? I keep it low key, seeing as how those peeps scare me.
Thank you for the lovely comment!
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That’s okay! It’s happened to me before which is so odd. Oh WordPress…
I glanced over and thought it was hilarious!
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Yeah, not sure about the ghosts in the machine sometimes, lol.
That’s hilarious! A lot of people miss that.
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This begs the question: what came first? Poetry, or the words?
In any event, your words are unrivaled, good sir. I really enjoyed this.
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My dude,
Well, you know I’m a super big fan of your writing, so this comment is a very cool thing for me.
And I can’t wait for October!
Peace
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