Wednesday, April 25, 2012

100 Word Song- Feral Friend

The breath on her ear she'd felt before.  A distinct flavor.  A warmth of its own. The words swirled in shapes she'd painted before.  But not ones she thought she’d paint again.  The want steadied, braced itself on a crutch.  Taunted fire stifled with a finger on pursed lips.  To tame it on a whole note is a tease she’d never pass.  To lasso round the storm, absurd.  To stoke the coals to a lackluster glow, futile.  The smell, breath, flavor, warmth, words but a feral friend.   All or none.  Whole or naught.  For savages don’t sip tea with royals.
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Playing Lance's game when I should be working.  The story of my life.  The 100 Word Song this week was Rolling Stones- Waiting On A Friend.  
 


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5 comments:

  1. I liked this one, as I almost swam through it. Twice, in fact.

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  2. Yeah, the flow is rockstar quality. This just danced and I loved it

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  3. I agree with Lance. It moved so well. "For savages don't sip tea with royal" That sums it up!

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