Coils prosper in hushed verses.
The filament . . .a constant plead,
of voids, fucking and smoke.
Worlds planted, graves unmarked,
lost to the ether. Found to the sunburst.
The flame dances alone,
because its partner always dies.
Flame
So Many Buns . . So Little Coffee
Coils prosper in hushed verses.
The filament . . .a constant plead,
of voids, fucking and smoke.
Worlds planted, graves unmarked,
lost to the ether. Found to the sunburst.
The flame dances alone,
because its partner always dies.
Brilliant thoughts with a big fat gold star for sharing the Aimee Mann video. ⭐️
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I love Aimee and now I wonder if I spelled her name wrong! Ugh!
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As someone who experiences it a lot, I’m sure it’s not a problem for this talented artist. 😊 I’ve always loved her ever since her Till Tuesday hit “Voices Carry.” Melancholy and haunting voice and lyrics.
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A great song in all iterations. Aimee brings something special to everything she paints into song.
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Holy Mann! I had! Thank you for the heads up on that one Monika!
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B,
I think I am going to challenge you more often. This is amazing – I can’t even find words.
Q
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Q,
All your fault. You put it in my head and I think you KNEW I was not going to let this go until I figured something out. You lovely conspirator you! MUAH!
B
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At first, I thought, nah… he ain’t gonna. Then when you kept coming back, I though, well now, I cannot wait to see what will happen.
And you more than blew me away. ‘Course it became a challenge in word count, not in theme which I am more than jiggy with!
Any time I can get your creative juices going with such fabulous gusto, I will! MWAH!!
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Yeah, I kept stewing on it. I had the same fucking twenty odd words this morning and then it hit me. I guess that’s what a draft folder is for!
It was a challenge, not on the level of that seventeen word challenge you nailed. But still, thirty six words doesn’t even cover many of my opening paragraphs of a post.
Gracias for gifting me the gusto!
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I love it. And yay to draft folders.
It was a challenge indeed. One that you nailed to a level far surpassing mine. (Though, like I said, you didn’t use the word that we were challenged to use, but that’s not what’s important to me here.)
Gracias to you for taking it on and giving us way more than gusto!
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Oh? See . . I get inside my head and there is no coming out. So mine’s a spinoff of the challenge, how about that? And umm . . what WAS the word, out of curiosity?
Gracias a tu!
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LOL! I told you, I am totally cool with you challenging yourself to the number of words.
It was Woolgathering… I much preferred your hot choice! 😉
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Woolgathering?
Yikes!
Well then, I consider my retrofitted ‘challenge’ attempt to be as good as it’s gonna look considering as how I didn’t really use a word but just stuck to a word count.
I must have subconsciously dropped woolgathering from all possible considerations, LOL.
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I know, right?
Pffft. I say. It’s not like you linked to the challenge.
And frankly, I don’t shive a git about the world, I love that you put yourself out there and challenged yourself to something you said you couldn’t do. And then, not only rose to the challenge but wowed me.
And the rest of your readers, I don’t doubt (and just may go snooping to see…)
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You know my first thought when you said “woolgathering”? Samuel L. Jackson sermonizing on some ‘woolgathering’ mofo who ain’t got a clue.
It’s what YOU do all the time. So there’s that. 😉
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Ah ha … your poet side that you keep well hidden. Well done … and with a song to match.
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Poetry is God’s homework assignment. Bless those poets who do this kind of thing like, all the time!
Thank you Cincinnati!
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Super Poem, Marc. I love the last lines “The flame dances alone,
because its partner always dies.”
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I had that last line first. Not sure why it works that way sometimes, :).
Thank you Boss.
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😄
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Don’t know her. I’m more a Patti Smith fan, but see why you like her. Made me think of an old Chrissy Hyde MTV video with her on guitar. Very evocative. 🙂
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I dig evocative.
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It what we wish as writers to be. My one and half cents.
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Imma take your one and a half cents and raise you two. I’ll even throw in an espresso for good measure.
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You’re cute.
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Was it the espresso that gave me away?
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Your twist of lemon was showing.
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Well played, Thin Girl.
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I didn’t know you were a poet too. Nice to be so multi-talented. 🙂
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I dabble. The way I used to dabble with painting back in the day.
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Right on, Marc!! Seriously, though write on. Love it!
BTW…Marc or Marco?
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Ella!!
I ain’t gonna lie, I do so enjoy when the ladies call me Marco.
But seriously, it’s your choice.
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You’ve kicked this up to another level. Well done!
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Thank you sir!
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