I love words,
their satin texture,
their rich timbre–
tasty morsels–
carefully arranged
on a platter,
wetting my appetite.
Yet I understood,
how those words
failed you,
when you went,
to that place–
beyond euphoria
or magic’s magnificence.
I moved with you,
in your solitary dance–
a spectator
to illusive images,
inconclusive insights,
evocative emotions
which you tried to convey.
In the end, I knew.
Words were wasted,
lost in translation
in a language that
you solely understood,
not spoken or heard.
On that journey…
we each must travel, alone.
Chevvy's diary 
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Thank you Ron – you know that I’m writing about something that can’t be understood or explained or even believed sometimes.
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I enjoyed it from beginning to the end. A bright idea beginning with rich metaphors and crowning it with such conspicuous imagery
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Great! You must tell me when you are ready for the next challenge. I think we did well with the last one. You can throw me a prompt if you like.
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Good idea, I read a lot on your blog yesterday and the 100 word stories impressed me . I once began 100 word story challenge but nobody dared, we could begin with that. But for now, i’ll be out of blogosphere for days, I’m preparing for Slam Africa Poetry Championship. I won’t be in touch with my computer.
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Glad to hear that you’ve been lounging in my studio. I actually like the 100 word story. It encourages you to use words optimally and poignantly. Enjoy the Slam and good luck! We’ll catch up when you are around. Cheers!
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Good! when I come back, it’ll be series of 100 word challenge
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You’re on!👍🏼
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