I didn’t mean to low road, gravel clouds blurring smoke clouds, swirling to Free Bird. Skin sweating, wanting, vinyl, reclining seats. We were lost inside a guitar riff, ending before things could ever be the same.
K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.
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‘Free Bird’ is good but I just love ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ ; there is no better place to be than lost inside a guitar riff 🙂
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‘Free Bird’ is good but I just love ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ ; there is no better place to be than lost inside a guitar riff 🙂
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I couldn’t listen to free bird for a few years, but I can embrace it now, memories fading like that.
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I agree with John, it’s great getting lost inside a guitar riff. 🙂
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Thanks, Hobbo. There’s a few songs that have that ever-lasting riff.
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😂 Yes there are.
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The colors and textures in that painting are magnificent with your poem ❤️
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Beautiful poignant words, K! This was gorgeously written 🙂
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