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Tiny Town
Cars on wooden spokes
putter
down longview
picnic baskets strapped
on back luggage racks
smiles
that parades bring in
flowing ensembles
float
twirling batons and acrobats
float
marching bands rat-ta-tat snaps
tones in xylophone timbre, lazy tubas
mothers cheer "that's my boy"
distant fathers buy more pop-corn
We took in the nights nostalgia, wrapping funnel cakes in newspaper; tearing off bits and feeding them to one another.
The dose of connfection kissed from our lips, giggles like tippany
drummed from the heart.
Want became art by the craft we shared, tines of a fork twirled by fingers, feasting ambrosia.
Walking along sidewalks and toe-paths we crack wise to the thunder, fireworks going off in the distance; hearing the sizzle of roman candles, lights of crossette and brocade mixing with dragon eggs.
Were we simply shadow on the fringe of society?
I think not, as I see Her jaw light up and the colour bounce within Her eyes; we could see quite clear as our bodies melded together.
Pet names coo as the love unleashed was undoubtedly set for running distance.
She was brave and original, all that was packaged by boyhood wishes; no hour was too late for actualized dreams.
Society wasn't destroyed in a day, our distance from it was for our own posterity, preservation for sake of natural union.
Eventually the clowns go home washing their make-up off and that annoying buzz from the sugar filled kids quickly sent them off to bed.
While we are there to witness, walking back around the block.
Our shadows loom under the streetlights talking of tomorrow as we grab hold of each other; letting nothing come between.
***Entered in the "Characterise me" Comp. ***
putter
down longview
picnic baskets strapped
on back luggage racks
smiles
that parades bring in
flowing ensembles
float
twirling batons and acrobats
float
marching bands rat-ta-tat snaps
tones in xylophone timbre, lazy tubas
mothers cheer "that's my boy"
distant fathers buy more pop-corn
We took in the nights nostalgia, wrapping funnel cakes in newspaper; tearing off bits and feeding them to one another.
The dose of connfection kissed from our lips, giggles like tippany
drummed from the heart.
Want became art by the craft we shared, tines of a fork twirled by fingers, feasting ambrosia.
Walking along sidewalks and toe-paths we crack wise to the thunder, fireworks going off in the distance; hearing the sizzle of roman candles, lights of crossette and brocade mixing with dragon eggs.
Were we simply shadow on the fringe of society?
I think not, as I see Her jaw light up and the colour bounce within Her eyes; we could see quite clear as our bodies melded together.
Pet names coo as the love unleashed was undoubtedly set for running distance.
She was brave and original, all that was packaged by boyhood wishes; no hour was too late for actualized dreams.
Society wasn't destroyed in a day, our distance from it was for our own posterity, preservation for sake of natural union.
Eventually the clowns go home washing their make-up off and that annoying buzz from the sugar filled kids quickly sent them off to bed.
While we are there to witness, walking back around the block.
Our shadows loom under the streetlights talking of tomorrow as we grab hold of each other; letting nothing come between.
***Entered in the "Characterise me" Comp. ***
Published 14th Apr 2017
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15th Apr 2017 3:34pm
you're a natural storyteller/spellcaster dear brother Soul!! remember that- surely it's not the first time you heard from anyone! some craft you practise- with ink!
15th Apr 2017 4:27pm
Kind Words KD-Thank You for such praise...We Write how we feel don't we?
15th Apr 2017 4:28pm
indeed we do, and many a times our words conveyed in ink- betray our attempts to hide behind the facde of whatever we attempt to hide behind!
15th Apr 2017 4:39pm
I always keep my sleeves and heart together, they are inseparable...cryptics are oft times a pun for intelligence, sometimes tri-fold meanings lay within a word or sentence, this is the fun of Gardens, some stay personal others are shared. Some of my favourite painters practiced this...keep the most important things to the surface and Your inner leanings as sprinkled gems for those that care.
15th Apr 2017 5:29pm
Soul, you've painted so vividly this small town scene. I entertained thoroughly by this magical nostalgic parade. The fireworks scene became real with passages such as this one "...I see Her jaw light up and the colour bounce within Her eyes: Bravo Sir Soul!
15th Apr 2017 5:35pm
I'm Honoured I could draw You in Gahddess!!! That RL means a lot from You-Thank You...I wasn't sure how well I did with this one, I was trying to bounce words more than my usual...for the simple playing with their timbre and flow. Story was secondary...Thank You again Good Sir!!!
15th Apr 2017 6:23pm
I'm all about the story. The beauty for me is in the words and not how they're combined. That probably means I'll not be considered a good poet. I love the detectuve work of deciphering meaning and using what I can to enhance my own life experience.
19th Apr 2017 12:02pm
You Are A Great Poet Gahddess -I've read Magical Ink On Your Pages!!!-Truth You Are Write-Story IS important-Words are nothing when said simply for air and act of.......I agree The Deciphering is indeed fun!!!
16th Apr 2017 3:56am
I believe you have described exactly what my childhood memories have of street fairs/evenings out- in my tiny town. I was so drawn in by this artistic story!! I really love this. Beautiful and captivating. I went there right with you...
19th Apr 2017 11:58am
Always Great to see a new face around town-Thank You for the visit, time and Kindness-Glad to see You here!!!
16th Apr 2017 10:14am
the parade that we are part of & apart from;
but it's still one & one that make two...
but it's still one & one that make two...
19th Apr 2017 11:56am
Indeed John...I don't think my heart beats very good without someone to hear it-Thanks for stopping by My Friend!!!
16th Apr 2017 9:17pm
Your wordplay is amazing and balances the story well, seems to me. I like to tell a tale as well and wish I had your finesse. I'm working on it....
19th Apr 2017 11:55am
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18th Apr 2017 2:18am
so when are we moving there....?
19th Apr 2017 11:54am
ASAP Babe-Pack Your bags!!! I found The Perfect little cottage w/white picket fence.
