Petite Pen~November 29, 2022

Is it not an overwhelming time of year? I am feeling that way, and so I was pleased at the end of another busy circle of time to find Mistikal DiJi’s music, and the energy to craft a few words. If you feel inspired by my verse, join me in penning some brevity, 100 words or less, that describe the awe you feel when you hear music made on any instrument. If you post to your own page, please ping me back here, so all can enjoy.

Happy Tuesday!

Didgeridoo in my chest
leaks a constant murmur.
I am somewhere between loving myself
and all of you,
wonderful these two
are possible together.

Above the black cat tail trees
the magenta moon,
heart pulled from chest,
a city without rest.
I lost all thoughts playing peekaboo
behind the fringe of her skyline.

She had charisma,
which reminded me I had lost mine.
And when we kissed,
her conical-shaped lips,
two overripe plums
aged to red wine.

9 responses to “Petite Pen~November 29, 2022”

johnlmalone

love yr poem esp the mellow eroticism of the last verse, and this haunting track; great find; thanks 🙂

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you. I had this didgeridoo in mind all day, so I was glad to find the right pairings. I appreciate you taking this one in. 😊
  
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  1. johnlmalone
    
    the artwork is great too 🙂
    
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  2. K.Hartless
    
    Thank you. It was the first one I liked. I think it’s the angle. Deviant art is a beautiful place.
    
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sandyroybessandbugzy

So carefully, crafted and clever. What can you do when you are not madly busy??? 🤣🤣🤣

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Sandy. I don’t know it’s been so long. I think I need a writer’s retreat to find out. Now, to find somewhere to retreat to. 😂💜
  
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Jeff Flesch

I look for you
in the notes, and sounds
dripping

honey, profound

a secret lullaby
washing over my mind

letting limbs of the dead
and old

come alive

with a misty hello
I remember

it is night

and
almost time to say
goodbye

A lovely poem, yours. I hope you are well, and have a lovely weekend, K. 💜

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Oh, those reborn wooden limbs, what a magical reimagining. Your juxtaposition (yeah I teacher went there) is fantastic here. I love the drip of your words and concepts. They read almost like notes on a score. Beautiful. Thabj you so much for writing alongside me. I very much look forward to it. 💜
  
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  1. Jeff Flesch
    
    Thank you always, K. I love that you went there. 😁 It’s always a delight to write alongside you. I look forward to it too. 💜
    
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