So now I am continuing to be scared for Kellar and Tobyn. The implacable hunter can sense them at a distance? He can stalk them from afar? Perhaps he has a drone with an infrared sensor? Or is it not technological at all? Is there some sinister power afoot? And then the call to the step brother...this could be very, very dangerous indeed, mate-signature or not. You have elevated the level of danger and interest in this story and I continue to need frequent installments. Please.
Short Elegy
He was an ordinary guy,
not tall or short, nor broad nor thin,
a pleasant visage with a grin,
who would for my attention vie.
And I recall the sky was fair,
the meadow greening in the light,
we watched an eagle taking flight,
while zephyrs feathered in his hair.
Still later when the moon arose,
upon the grass, we counted stars,
while Venus played at being Mars
and flowers tickled at our toes.
How quickly did that moment pass,
a sha
Nope, it won't feel right. It'll feel good, but it won't feel right...perhaps something will help Zach get his mind in order before he goes through with something that could really hurt himself and Rachel, too.
I thought the same thing about moles, and it was almost my undoing in Chem class all those years ago. Couldn't get the image of gassy moles out of my mind...I am glad you liked these. They were fun to write!
I am out of likes for the day! I'm just going to have to review this chapter and say that while it is brilliantly written and shows many wonderful evolving facets of Kye and Ash's relationship, there is this small matter of a cliffhanger....augh! Wonderful chapter! Like!
Thunder
You hear the thunder rumble far,
despite the distance, it may jar
the listener to think it wise
to close the windows in the car.
For thunder is not seen with eyes,
but still we know it's not some guys
in heaven dropping bowling balls,
but lightning's pulse that heats the skies.
As charges flash celestial halls,
the air surrounding so appalls
with thirty thousand kelvins* plus;
a jolt the nearest cloud befalls.
The fire expands the air, and thus
a rapid shockwave makes a fuss;
wit
One always wonders what being famous might be like...but then notoriety hits, and it's not all it's cracked up to be! Ryan and Clayton better get a limo for a while...
Why ever am I the first to review this story? It's excellent reading, and wonderfully engaging. Just enough not-earth to keep me thinking, wondering. Many thanks.
This poem just made me want to weep, Gary. And even as sadness swept over me, I had to read it and re-read it, for it was so very well written. It had to be savored, even as a bitter or strong liquor is kept on the tongue. This reminds me how much I need to be the comfort and kindness for my friends, to bind up their silken armor (fantastic image), and treat their old wounds carefully. You call me to be aware, to be mindful, and to be ready with love to counter pain. Thank you for this, my friend.
You paint the picture of Zac tearing himself into pieces very convincingly. It is so well done, I can feel the hurt. Poor guy simply doesn't want to understand something he knows, but has no clue what to do about it. How understanding his friends are will be a huge factor in what Zac decides, I suspect.
It bears repetition: Emi's Response is a master work. Only a reader utterly and completely numb or pathologically unable to connect could be unmoved by this poem. Funnier and Sunnier is both playful and cute; a perfect scherzo foil for the earlier poem. Kudos and hugs for both of these!
Well, I did think the words were kind of hypnotic. Why shouldn't the words of science and math be used for their fun and sound? Meteor was fun to write, especially.
Thank you, Emi. A friend of mine called it a "Tri-ku" for stringing three of them together. But it did seem like a perfect form for expressing these thoughts. You are quite right, that three little lines can turn out ideas that are quite powerful.
I am glad that Wanderer touched you, Emi. It was fun to write, and the ending came together so naturally, it must have been waiting for me to wake up and realize it. Thanks so much!
It seemed to become more and more songlike in my mind the longer and longer the idea took hold. And for once, the conscious notion that this was a sort of ballade came to mind. Someone (do you know him? ) may have planted that idea once upon a time. The story altered itself as the song became more apparent, until the last stanza was practically shouting at me to get itself down on paper. Many thanks for the kind and generous words.
You too! The old song just kept coming back to me from time to time as the poem came together. But then again, so did the sound of Johnny Cash, and the still older voices of singers from my childhood. But Wanderer found his way home, and that was the best part of all.
I fell in love with that first line walking home one night, and had to scribble it down. But Autumn has its own scent, an earthy, rich smell that defies categorization until you include other senses in its description. It is perhaps a distillation of anticipation...thank you for your patience with my untimely response...
Yes, the hobo tunes resonate...and so does Johnny Cash, maybe...but even as the poem got under my skin, I recognized, as you do, that the Wanderer figured out that he had arrived where he was meant to be. Thanks, Dugh.
I found the the tale ran on longer than the original supply of rhymes I'd scouted out. What to do? But such fun, anyhow. The original line that grabbed me was "my lone abode was the open road..." And I'd planned to write something bleak and sorrowful. But it didn't happen that way. I am so glad you liked this, as it was fun to write and conceive. Best time I've had in study hall in a while...