She was driving to this song. Her CD player was broken, and kept playing it over. Or maybe she was just controlling that with her mind. Who knew? She didn’t care. She had spent the morning reading and listening and watching and drinking and barely eating, she realised for a moment. She pulled over to get a healthy sandwich or salad, it didn’t matter really because she was only tasting the words of her day, which were stretchy like bland. So the chocolate muffin was perfect.

She laughed to herself when she saw the naked, silhouetted tree. Fact is stranger than fiction, after all.

Her head was full of clever people’s recycled words. And she, silent more often than not, confused the clever people. Why did this tree have no leaves?

Full of memories of echoing words, in canyons, on lonely family holidays, she got back into the car. On one of those trips, she had stopped yelling into the canyon, and had started throwing leaves instead. It was autumn, the tree was beautiful like everything you never had, and well, she wasn’t sure why. Or, she just couldn’t remember.

Tears were falling now, as the harvest moon was rising in front of her. She started driving faster, because darn it, she was going to drive through it this time.




      1. You’re welcome my friend. ๐Ÿ™‚

        Well, my new job I had quit about 3 weeks ago. I only worked for 3 days. Reasons, this older gentlemen politely threaten me. Plus, that company has no growth or future. I did the right thing to void this man…plus, the boss doesn’t really care about who leaves or who stays. Lack of leadership.

        I’ll find something better.

        Anyway, I posted a new poem. In case you want to head on over and read. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  1. I agree with all of tht, about clever peopleโ€™s words. But all of those clever people are influences for our own individual clevernesses, a thing I love about connecting with other writers. They inspire me ๐Ÿ™‚ like you

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    1. I wrote this very early this morning, and thought later I should have put clever in quotation marks…because I agree with you, but they weren’t the clever people I meant ๐Ÿ™‚
      I absolutely believe that iron sharpens iron.

      And I am honoured if I inspire you in any way. Thank you for your comment! ๐Ÿ’˜

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  2. Oh wow, she’s driving my car, “She was driving to this song. Her CD player was broken, and kept playing it over”, and your whole prose continued along a journey of mystery and despair.

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    1. Thanks Davy! You are such a generous blogger.
      Your karma piece hit me…we are dealing with some tough things right now, and I needed to read that, but I just don’t have the words to respond yet. I’m glad you posted it, thank you!

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  3. Nice work, Vanessa, from mind control, muffins, to powering through bitter memories. Not that I’m fixated or anything, but a little bit of telekinetic mind control, and the car could be loaded with chocolate. ๐Ÿช

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  4. This flows so nicely, and it feels like it is an integral piece of something complete. So clever to make a discrete entity feel that it is a part of the bigger picture. Lovely stuff V xxx

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    1. Hi Diana! Thank you! I so appreciate your thoughtful, intelligent comments.
      I thought about your comment, and then I realised that I like to write like that most of the time I think, but most of the time, I like writing a smaller snapshot with the reader filling in the bigger picture that may or may not be implied. I guess this time, I included more of the picture.
      But I am always intrigued by the way seemingly unrelated or abstract things fit together…just recently my husband asked me why I had made a particular comment about something…I asked him if he really wanted to know haha so I proceeded to tell him the 20 steps or so it took for me for my thoughts to get to where they were. But we have had these conversations about the differences in the way men and women’s brains work as well…I read an article just last year about one of the reasons why women need more sleep than men, because their brains are quite a lot more active through the day, emotionally as well, making all kinds of connections…hmmm I didn’t mean for this to get so long ๐Ÿ˜ but I think it’s fascinating.

      Thank you! I always appreciate your thoughts! xo


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