There’s a new mountain range on those abs
I’ve never crossed, explored, or camped on, Doc,
and while I wish to reach out, plot my exhibition,
who knows the flags flying atop those peaks.
I’ve hidden under his rainbow before,
and there’s no pot of gold, only pot,
groovy music, and a colorful umbrella,
fully functional and flapping in the wind.
My vermillion toes tingling in his surf, Doc,
and coconut legs fallen from other trees
are only drupes feigning almond
after hours of careful soaking in sun.
He has that hat on again, and it makes
me feel like the heroine in a Croc. Dundee film.
His smile a full moon and there’s only one moon.
Doc, I thought I’d given up on attraction to the lunes.
Sexiness is buried in that grin,
I take another sip of gin, depression,
yeah, thanks for the hard session.
©K.Hartless, 2021, All Rights Reserved
This piece is being shared with dVerse — Open Link Night 293. Join us.
This piece is inspired by “A Hard Body of Life” which can be found in a great collection of short fiction, “Wading on the Moon.”
Artwork by Tim Sanders
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Have another sip, what the heck!
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True, cheers!
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mind over matter…
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It’s the kind that’s broken though.
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Oh… that attraction, how easily lost in that grin, only ending up sipping the gin.
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Getting used to these types of aperitifs.
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This may take more than one session!
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True, Ken. Maybe a sequel when the adventure ends.
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Enjoyed this whole boppin piece, K, but Stanza 2 is especially YUMMISH!
Awesome sessional.
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Thanks, Ron. Each relationship is a bit of an adventure, no?
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As I read this all I can think of is a bad boy who I know will leave me crying in the end. I love the format of you laying this out to your doc. I also like the cliffhanger. Will she or won’t she go exploring those mountains under the only moon…
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Let’s hopes she brings full gear so no search and rescue is necessary. Thanks, Lisa.
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For sure. You are welcome.
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Bring on the gin!
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Prost!
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Cheers to discovery and investigation. 😁🍸🫒 oh and some boat drinks!
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Yes, all aboard. Plenty of room on the Psyche Express. Oh, and prost! 🙂
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“There’s not pot of gold, only pot” High-larious! Really, we’ve all seen that rainbow before. A fun read! ~peace, Jason
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Knowing what you’re in for never seems to ease the pain…I too like your format. (K)
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Thank you very much. It was fun to create a therapy session poem. Maybe there’s more of these to be told.
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I’m sure there are!
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Love this. Having been in therapy, I relate to this off center poetic reality that the mind makes up behind the scenes. It says so much more than just talk therapy can.
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Therapy sessions in my head are often one-sided, but also are one’s in person, too. Thanks for reading and commenting, Colleen.
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It seems to me the poem has an air of sassiness/flippancy (who knows the flags flying atop those peaks/no pot of gold, only pot) – hiding the pain of the speaker. I wonder what advice the therapist gave? Great read.
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Yeah, me to. Probably, steer clear and stop chasing dangerous adventures, but maybe not. Thanks so much. 😉
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Fantastic, K.Hartless! I love all your references and totally relate to them :-). Love the last two stanzas especially.
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Well written K! I celebrate the veracity and power of your words. May you continue always sharing only your authentic self — that alone makes you genuine, meaningful to read, and of worth to be heard! Síocháin!
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Thank you very much for these kind words, Rob.
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