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RE: A Swansong - The Impact Challenge Contest
So much to like, here, in your ‘acid-eaten masterpiece’ and your subdued ache at life’s disappointments. Namely, the gift granted in exchange: “the watchfulness of spirits that can sense/a stillness...”
This stanza and line break, alone, are worth the price of admission:
“...thirsty for her Gin
and tonic.”
Bravo, Inna. 👏🏼
I'm so happy you saw this....weird game of chess. It was surprisingly fun to do, and yet, this too, turned dark, as do most of my things. Stale gifts I bring to the world....
This is a case, a rare case for me where stale is good....@authorofthings
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It is so jagged, jaded and frayed by obvious pain - and yet it flows naturally and beautifully .. If it is stale as @authorofthings says, let it rather be called fermented and matured into something of fine taste like a good wine or cheese or kimchi. ;-)
I’m impressed you hit all 50 words! We share what we have, my friend. Instead of thinking your art stale, think of it as illumining the dark. And, for that, you must be intimate with it...