Cannot Change

Ephemera, Fresh Finds, Poetry by K.HartlessJanuary 12, 2022January 12, 2022

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.

Prompt-40 words or less, Nostalgia

Artwork: “On the Low Ride” Angela Marinari

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johnlmalone on January 12, 2022 at 20: 41
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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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1. K.Hartless on January 12, 2022 at 21: 48
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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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Hobbo on January 13, 2022 at 03: 39
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I agree with John, it’s great getting lost inside a guitar riff. 🙂

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1. K.Hartless on January 13, 2022 at 14: 46
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  Thanks, Hobbo. There’s a few songs that have that ever-lasting riff.
  
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  1. Hobbo on January 13, 2022 at 14: 48
    
    😂 Yes there are.
    
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Michele Marsh on January 13, 2022 at 07: 24
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The colors and textures in that painting are magnificent with your poem ❤️

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Tom on January 24, 2022 at 18: 36
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Beautiful poignant words, K! This was gorgeously written 🙂

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