Hello to you, my wonderful friends.
I have something truly amazing for you.
No, I’m not talking about taking my top off and walking like an Egyptian – that’s for another time.
Perhaps after I’ve had a little more wine.
Right now, I’m talking about a poetic duet.
With Edward Hotspur!
I know right! Woooaaaahh Momma! Mercy!
Edward is one seriously talented chap, he blends stream of consciousness writing, comedy, powerful poetry, musings, ramblings and all manner of other things together.
He mixes them all up on his blog and leaves them lying there for visitors to sample his many wares like an artisan cake stall – so many flavours! And they all taste great! He should be called Edward Hotspurbaker! (patent pending)
He has books too you know. I know because I saw them there.
His blog can be found here:- Edward Hotspur
And his poetry blog can be found here:- Lyrical Anarchy!
So, without further ado, may I present to you our collibbylabbyloboration.
Please, hold your screaming and applause for the end…..I said the end! Oh wait, it’s me, sorry, do carry on.
Spiritual Raindrops (by TooFullToWrite & Edward Hotspur)
Wrenched from reality to a wistful tune of mute apprehension
Plucked soul petals leaving a ghostly trail of crumbs to follow
Absent friends couldn’t care less, even if they had the chance
The skies cry out engorged, a feast of angry, crystallized marble
Muffled and silenced, the stone wool warms and suffocates
Preventing fires from burning beyond a smolder
Winds disrupt petals, confusing diagonal pathways
Dancing staccato patterns of black white dark light red blood
Renaissance rhythms tinge and then blind the mind’s eye
Until all that is left is a subtle thought, to obey and comply
Through decaying wisdom, new life emerges, taking hold
Rivulets of anxiety run rampant through society, ice cold
Avenging quiet wrongs done in dark shadows
Seasons and minds changing, warming, cooling
Skin’s edge burned like decoupage enclosing
Leaving the composed and tranquil center ready to captivate
Mezmerised and submerged until there’s no turning back
A puzzled countenance coils serpentine, elegantly baroque
Senses bathed, awash with barely restrained temperance
A molten conundrum, seething, roaring ignominously dissonant
Crowded dimensions traveling backwards from the present
Directionless, misguided, but trails, strings, leading to a point
Reality the sum of all pasts and actions, combined and whole
Binding the future with chains of perpetual self-reflection
Help Hastywords to celebrate her blogging anniversary – let’s keep the duets coming!
Fancy a duet with me? Then get hollering and let’s go go go!
11 thoughts on “Poem / Poetry – Poetic Duet With Edward Hotspur – “Spiritual Raindrops””
Whoa… I mean… whoa! I was trying to figure out who wrote what? Me thinks it was you first? Will you tell??
You’re absolutely right.
I’ll never tell – not even if you tickle my feet!
Just kidding – ironically you’re still right, it was me who started and then we alternated. I think it worked really well and our styles blended together nicely.
Thanks for reading and enjoying it – I hope to do more with the esteemed Mr Edward in the future.
Ticklish feet is it? Never reveal your weaknesses David!
Lol – That’s not the only thing that is ticklish Kim 😉
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Hey, half of this poem is not bad!
Hey there Edward.
Don’t be so hard on yourself there son – I think you did a great job 🙂
Thanks for the mention on Lyrical Anarchy – excellent choice of pic too!
This is wonderful!!! I love it thank you for helping me celebrate 🙂
You’re very welcome Mrs Hasty – not long to go for you now! Can’t wait for our next project once I come up with a theme 🙂
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