2.06.2016

Nightcrawler

Sidewalk
worm’s gratitude
for sun
following a rainstorm
must be short-lived
blistering
confusing
like the shudder
after flutter
inside
upon car door slam
outside
I felt I was drowning
flailing
bloated
floated
to the surface
warmed myself
belly to the sun
now you’re home
finding yourself
amongst worms
surfacing
inside your brain
and I’m parched
Flash 55 Plus for Real Toads!


Posted by Marian at 5:11 PM
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15 comments:

  1. brudbergFebruary 6, 2016 at 5:17 PM

    Sometimes the waiting almost is worth it... But one might wonder.

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  2. OutlawyerFebruary 7, 2016 at 11:02 AM

    Ha. This is so clever. One certainly has that feeling of the wait that may then lead to something pretty hot--whether torrid or blistering. I especially can imagine a life with young children here! But also just life. Thanks, Marian. k.

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  3. Gillena CoxFebruary 7, 2016 at 1:58 PM

    Nice; got some 'belly' in mine too

    much love...

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  4. FireblossomFebruary 7, 2016 at 2:29 PM

    Eww! brain worms. runz away

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 7, 2016 at 5:47 PM

    Wow, a powerful description of this state.

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  6. ❁February 8, 2016 at 2:10 AM

    I get the feeling that your thirst was sated before he got home, but now that he's returned, you're parched again. I'm probably wrong though. That's just what I see.

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  7. kaykualaFebruary 8, 2016 at 3:56 AM

    surfacing
    inside your brain
    and I’m parched

    Obviously ready for some wonderful moments together. Great lines Marian!

    Hank

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  8. Kerry O'ConnorFebruary 8, 2016 at 8:32 AM

    You approached your theme from such a unique angle, Marian, and seemed to stretch out those 55 words to include so much.

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  9. Debi SwimFebruary 8, 2016 at 9:41 AM

    That ending should make him tremble (but is it a good thing?).

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  10. Buddah MoskowitzFebruary 8, 2016 at 1:44 PM

    Wow, i love the way this poem just tumbled out. Fun!

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  11. MargaretFebruary 9, 2016 at 1:12 PM

    Sometimes saving oneself - well, isn't what we think... And we must quickly adjust or well, get stepped on ;P

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  12. HannahFebruary 9, 2016 at 6:39 PM

    This is so interesting, Marian...love the metaphors within and the sound of "shudder/flutter" fun!

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  13. colleenFebruary 10, 2016 at 6:31 PM

    Poet as earthworm gets a new perspective.

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  14. Bekkie SanchezFebruary 13, 2016 at 11:27 AM

    Leaves me wanting spring so I can go fishing. Lol!

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  15. Bekkie SanchezFebruary 13, 2016 at 11:27 AM

    Leaves me wanting spring so I can go fishing. Lol!

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