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Twitter Lines – Week 11-15/Nov/19

BelievingSightUnseen  @EDC_Writing
Nov 13

‘I see, it has to be your way or not at all, no hint of a compromise, no flexibility, no give and take, no sign of you being prepared to concede to give us a chance, but I will, so I’ll wait to hear from you, I’ll not ask again.’   #1lineWed – theme ‘ Give/Take’

Nov 14

She knew the drill, keep him hanging on, playing with his heart, promising they’ll meet up soon, keep on saying ‘I’m nervous, I’m not ready’ when he keeps asking ‘why not yet?’ – damn him, she’s confused, the things he does to her with words… #vss365 – prompt ‘Drill’

Nov 15

Little spent as you and me, rail tickets cheap day returns, London pubs, chain restaurants, daylight hours no overnights, walking yet seen no sights, bank accounts our #pounds not stretched, time, as us, overdrawn unchecked. #vss365 – prompt ‘Pound’  (see ‘unstretched‘)

 

 

 

 

 

Weekday Lines: 4-8/Nov/19

BelievingSightUnseen
@EDC_Writing
‘So things keep cropping up, even on a Monday, but we’ll get there in the end, whatever ours is, you do know we have to meet?’
#vss365 – prompt ‘crop’
Nov 6
‘You write in riddles sometimes, I think you try to confuse me, but I don’t know why you’d do that, why can’t you just make life simple?’
#1lineWed -theme ‘write’
Nov 6
Six words… his sentence, trim tight.
#vss365  – prompt ‘trim’   #sixwords   #sixwordstory
Nov 7
He trod in it… she didn’t.
#vss365 – prompt ‘trod’  #sixwords  #sixwordstory
Nov 7
‘Well, that message tells me all I need to know. Only talking a short while? You must have me mixed up with someone else! Remember me, we’ve been messaging for months, remember I’m the one you said you didn’t want to lose, well you just have.’
#Thurds – theme ‘mix’
Nov 8
‘For so long now, for whatever reason, you’ve held back, see something that makes you nervous, too unsure, to take a chance with me. It cuts me deep, it crushes me, your every message, that never names a day for us, to at last see what we could be.’
#vss365 – prompt ‘crush’

Chance conversation?

Thought I’d drop by as me, I thoroughly enjoy our interactions and have this feeling we could come up with an idea or two? The idea of meeting appeals to me, how about you?

I love our interactions also, I would be delighted to get together throw around some ideas and see what we can come up with. Yes, a delight indeed.

Ah get together, methinks it will take an opportunist convenience as coincidence unlikely. Where does one get out and about to, maybe we have passed somewhere as strangers, known unknowns; unlikely, I’d not walk by, I’d feel the vibe of you.

Maybe you are but a heartbeat from me. Imagine if we had passed each other as strangers, what an opportunity missed that would be. But I feel you are right and we would have known each other, somehow. What beautiful conversation we might have had, and certainly shall have, in the not too distant future.

EDC Writing – Prose to poetry – getting started.

My life changed in 2011/2012 – close to ending in 2011 – 2012 saw another me, raw, creative writing a release. ‘Believing Sight Unseen’ appeared, ‘His and Her’ words, in the form of messages, Sam & Erin’s mostly, this ‘new’ blog gives quite a few! An ‘old’ blog deleted, you live and learn – a less naïve me now in the online world!

Back to the beginning,  I wrote, a concept,  a synopsis,  for ‘Believing Sight Unseen’  –  sent out to acquaintances, to varying degrees – almost all said ‘we’re intrigued’ – one said ‘ your writing more poetry than prose ‘ – my take on prose, every word, fell into place as this: 

 

It started on a Sunday, a day unlike any other,

How could it be, when two people, so different,

A woman, blue eyed blond,  a man, blue eyed too and greying,

Came across each other, by chance, by fate,

All that matters is it happened.

 

Defying sense, at least the common sort,

They connected in a virtual way, real enough to them.

Naively they invested in each other, no guarantee of interest.

Their messages flowed as if free, though by what means,

Best not to say, you never know who reads.

 

Early days they wrote of lust and sensuality,

An upside down romance in many ways.

Graphic yes, but never crude, it was as if they knew,

Something special had begun, and with tenderness and care,

They explored, albeit blindly, the senses of each other.

 

Words appeared that had meaning as their hearts began to open,

Flowing into minds where spiteful demons lurked.

Feelings deepened, desires and hopes not fully recognised awakened,

Was this excitation of that latent state, the pure free energy of life.

Would either dare to name it.

 

Tensions rose, unintentional, but impossible to avoid,

In their character-limited message world.

So many misunderstandings, the cruel ambiguity of words.

Awful moments came, filled with agony and hurt,

Yet through extraordinary patience and forgiveness went.

 

Pain washed away by tears left scars unseen,

What fool said falling never hurts?

Now so close, so intimate, they clung each to the other,

A dance of sorts, one step forward, so often two steps back,

A strictly outer body experience.

 

Fate played a hand, an unmarked deck, do we ever know.

He took a chance and gambled, all or nothing now,

Feelings too intense to hide, he blew her mind,

Knocked her demons senseless, both touched and moved so much,

Their hearts became engaged, their souls mated.

 

Demons stirred again, exposing fears deep rooted in her past,

Systemic, defying trust, and maddening to male logic.

All attempts to meet met with frustration, so many times she said she would,

But so strong willed she railed against his pressure, all he did was ask.

For crying out loud, what’s wrong with her, and yes what’s wrong with him.

 

Both hearts ached to beat as one, their bond so fragile yet so strong,

Reaching out, yet still not close enough to touch the other.

So hard they tried to bridge what seemed a chasm,

He falling deep within, her teetering on the edge looking down,

Her biggest fear to lose him.

 

What became of these would be lovers,

Where did they land when falling done,

Hand in hand together, or shattered, broken and apart.

Their story now unfolds for those with hearts that can be touched,

And imaginations that can see beyond this man and woman’s words.

 

EDC Writing: Blog Break

I’ll be taking a break from blogging for a few weeks – posting on this blog and at the Go Dog Go Cafe – and interaction with other blogs.

I’m fine, but need to step back from blogging life for a while to finish a couple of writing projects; one a novella, the other a book of lines and poetry.

My best wishes to you all – good luck with all you do – I’ll be back for sure!

Eric