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LITTLE THINGS
The noon sun is hot
And angry and my lips
Are cracked and dry
And my legs are wobbly
Or is it just my head?
Pretty soon I'll be dead
Faceplant in the sand
A feeling emanates
..that your lips, a coconut shell, and the sun a fierce machete. Or is that just how I feel when I spend too many hours in the field without proper hydration and my lips crack
Either way, the thought brought to me by your words.
Sometimes, inspiration seems to wander into a desert. That is when survival kicks in and keeps us going, until the oasis appears. The beautiful thing about writing is that the effect is just as good if the oasis is a mirage, as when it's real. ; )
Feeling it. Really feeling
Feeling it. Really feeling it. You have an amazing talent for enveloping the reader in everything you describe and for injecting the thrill of the unexpected into the presentation. In this micro story, you did both with a minimalist flair. Nice!
Yes, I love the minimalism
Yes, I love the minimalism with which this Poet produces to much intense effect. He really sets an example for others.
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