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A Rousing

Good day, busy beavers, lackadaisical llamas and everybody/ thing in between. It is my unabashed pleasure to make your virtual acquaintances once more! I’m all out of bad jokes so let’s keep it going here until something pops into my head.

Today’s piece is an amusing stand out to me because initially finishing its production I, at best, found it a lunatic’s repose, despising in totality. It’s a wonderful aphorism though because instead of deleting and perhaps flushing my computer and briefly burying myself in a medium-to-shallow open-air gravel pit, we went to work and now have something possibly of great value. I guess we shall see, it’s also completely plausible that I simply gave myself line-hypnosis rereading so many times and we’re still hawking low-tier product here. Let’s see…

“A Rousing”, July 12, 2020.

Warming shiver initiates dawn of rejuvenation

Gradually each progressive lungful shallowing

Slightly damp nose commences surreptitious twitching

While immensely powerful velvet-down limbs languidly spasm

And coarse yawning bellow trumpets rumbling fusillade

Clearing immediate area of all who would be startled

Alerting those within whom intrigue flourishes

Creature rises, shaking free both trance and detritus

Subsequently banishing slumberโ€™s concluding remnants

Burly pilgrim resolutely ventures out once more

Dazedly seeking nourishment for both body and spirit

Biological imperatives mapping omnipotent guide

Where the salmon spawn so to lonely bruin

Invariably acting to satisfy elemental void

The perpetual momentum powering lifeโ€™s immutable circle

Inescapable summons to synchronous duality

It bears repeating, mammals or macro, alpha-omega forever entwined.

I said I liked it now, I did not say it wasn’t still super weird.

Had been mulling over a poem about a bear waking up for a bit in my head. Finally, a morning came where I was up too early and went on the hunt for plump and juicy seals, after which I sat down and finally started writing. Blubber is a creative aphrodisiac. Please do not fact check the preceding statement.

Let me know the verdict below, would not be the first time fluffy delusions ripped the head off my moose of common sense.

Backtracking, I feel like “line hypnosis” has so many more potential comedic applications beyond editing; cocaine ingestion, waiting to pay at the store, sleepily colouring a paint by numbers etc…

Thank you again for visiting, sorry the tea kettle was busted and I promise to have more gluten-free pastries next time.

This is what happens when you just make these things up as you go along.

Happy Trails and Waggy Tales!

-Alex Blaikie

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25 replies

  1. The way you write is so creative, seems like someone from outside the planet is describing things and life in a completely different never seen before style! The next time, I feel like writing art, I know where to look up for inspiration!โ˜บ๏ธ

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  2. Duuude!!! I like your poetry style so much. This is Beautiful ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ“. Will definitely read more. โ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰

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  3. Hi I read it a second time after you explained that it was about a bear. I am so sorry. I assumed that you were writing about waking up. I totally got it the second time Some beautiful phrasing there Do keep composing….. Erica From just- saying .blog

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