Writing in repose
whispering snippets of old lyrics
a soft rasp without a tone
a sliver of spirits
a slight and gentle bite
familiar and warm
a broad and formless night
disguising a creeping horizon
a heart-shaped ashtray
balanced to one side.
Dogs are barking
white eyed.
Time to turn in
for tonight.
In repose, quiet in respect of the rising sun.
Writing scribbles, dabbling along, tables turning sideways while hoping for it to come.
Great words to greet us, if only for an hour.
If our minds choose to wake us, why not give us reason for being awake?
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Aww that’s very cool, I love those lines “If our minds choose to wake us, why not give us reason for being awake?” because that hits right on what I was aiming for here. Thank you Brittny, I always appreciate your support, your thoughts, and your creations. 🙂
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Thank you !!! As do I you my friend. I’m glad I processed this the way you intended 🙂 I enjoyed this read a lot
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No worries Brittny! I enjoyed writing this one, it’s a strange time to be awake for me though.
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I understand. I’ve been there myself. 🙂
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Like being there…
In the deep grip of one of those nights where having a friend to share the moment with is the clearest path to redemption.
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Haha indeed, that was a good talk we had and it definitely informed this piece, thanks John 🙂
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Beautifully penned! You captured the 5 am essence really well. I love it!
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Thank you kindly for reading and for your thoughts, it’s very much appreciated! 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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If I could paint a picture with your words, the strokes would spill easy on the canvas.
All in all, the verse carried me through something timeless..deep mysterious yet profound..
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Thank you very much, I am humbled by your thoughtful and insightful words, much appreciated! 🙂
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You are welcome, Scrunch.
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