another day sniffing the armpits of angels humidity rank with birdsweat their spent avian fuel the air close with burnt feathers heat shields that gave out on re-entry now God hacking up hairballs of spark plugs and broken wings all the Gabriel-class hawks gone to ground even the sparrows hallow-eyed
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This is grave and intense Qbit. Stunning writing for sure. I would love to read a sequel to this!
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Thank you! And thanks for putting up with all my grumpy, dark dystopia…
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I feel like I’m on my back, staring up at a sky full of terrifying intimations of storms to come. I agree, an intense poem.
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Excellent work, Q!
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Thank you Frank!
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My pleasure, Q! 🙂
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That first line gets applause all by itself!!!!!!! Then every line that followed is amazing. Wow! Pretty fantastic.
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Thank you!!! It was the first thing I thought when I saw the prompt, and I couldn’t un-think it. So had to just press on, LOL!
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Oh, this gave me chills, it feels like a premonition of darkness or is it the dark reality we are living?
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This is hard stuff for me, the eternal optimist, to read! You do have a way with words, albeit painting a dark picture!
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Excellent. Now you know how I feel – sniffing the armpits of angels…
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Ahahaha!!
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As a bird lover, I am looking for the Complaint Department. Imma go full Karen here!
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Ahahaha! But hey, the sparrows are *hallowed*, right?
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BTW, to look at last week.
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I feel the anguish in this poem . Thanks for dropping by my dumie Sunday today
Much💖love
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Thanks!!
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I’m fascinated by this smelly, chaotic, and desperate dystopian scene… described with such precision!
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Lolol! Thanks!!
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A lot of sensory input in this, smelling, burning, breaking…I think the first line is a great hook, and each short stanza’s particular carnage seems vivid, distasteful, and …I suppose ominous is the best word. I am not much of a believer in angels, but these useless ones seem just right for our current times to me. Flying may seem like the ultimate refuge, but its perils just may outnumber its positives when the sky is on fire. Very original writing, qbit. ~hedgewitch
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Thank you!
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You got me from that first line. I can’t quite get this poem out of my head. I will be looking for feathers and angels who need deodorant.
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This is intense…an image inside an image with something more!
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Thanks!
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You set the tone good in that first line, I could sense it would be very dark, not relenting. Good Job!!
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The use of your words blend in surrealism tone and visuals. Love this one a lot. 🙂
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Thank you!
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You are welcome my friend. 🙂
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Ooh, this is darkly intense, and I love it!
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