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theredherring discovered 20 months ago
I am a work in progress.
- BEAUBEAUREGARD rated 5 weeks ago
- Uh oh! She's going to be trouble you know. Red herrings usually are. Beside, she likes bare feet. You gotta love that! [Welcome Sarje aboard. She can swim.]
- denalisky rated 8 weeks ago
- The Brief Space Where She Is Not traces of her moisture still remain, her scent has long filled my loneliness. in bed her silhouette draws a promise of filling the brief moment which she does not. I still don't know if she'll ever return, no one knows what she'll do tomorrow. she breaks down my vast concepts, does not confess the least sorrow, she asks nothing in exchange for all of what she gives. she's customarily both violent and tender. she doesn't speak of eternal attachments but gives of herself, as if she had just one remaining day to love. she does not attend meetings instead she likes a song that challenges her way of thinking. I still have not asked "will you stay?" I dread she'll respond "never." I would rather share her, than to empty out my life. she is not perfect but she is nearly everything I've dreamt of. Pablo Milanés as translated by Gary and Alex
- lucecorner rated 2 months ago
- She wanted to be worn. Worn down, lovingly, In the way that can only be Accomplished over eons of use, In the manner of his favourite blazer. Worn till the elbows are shiny. She didn't want to be worn out, But rather, worn over, Like a worrying stone kept In close reach, in the lefthand pocket Caressed when needed. And like the natural erosion - Stone smoothed by rushing river - She wanted him to be as constant: As unceasingly adoring and indifferent. She was vexed by her own mutability. Her kitelike flitting - Fearing she'd fly Before his hands and words Had fully bound her; Before he could discover her pockets And buttons. But she took comfort, In finding he was her tether. She might fly But his heartstings kept her close. sarjé
- Villanell2 rated 3 months ago
- passionate, intelligent, artistic, interesting, literary--all words to describe theredherring.
- genisis2 rated 5 months ago
- You rock! Your blog is great and I am a fan.
- alanlee67 rated 5 months ago
- who isn't?
- Proofreading rated 7 months ago
- Even as a "work in progress", great diversity of stumbles.
- xineann rated 8 months ago
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TheRedHerring
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a letter.
maestro:
i write from my soul, from the bottoms of my feet to the thumping valves of my heart. i write only to remind you: everything is going to be okay.
you find your fears holding you back. your past reigns you in from your future. you must sound a battle cry, and frighten all that terrible away.
i wait, and imagine i stand by you as you play through this solo. in fields and cemeteries; in the city; on banks and deltas and shorelines, you crescendo. and in each chord, as you row toward the shore, i listen as your name carries to me on the slightest breaths of wind.
if i could, i would carry you myself, crafted to be your ship through your tormenting, subconscious waves. but now is not the time for accompaniment.
instead, i'll simply turn the pages and twirl
on dawn's deserted shoreline.
~sarje