The Slothiest girl in town
S S S S S S isss
such a S L O W sound
such a whispering sound
a real long long way way
from home sound
the same sound that makes sunshine rub it’s heat
in shades of pinkiest red and peachiest skin
or the way stars move in skies
that are first silver and shallow
then stark
S S S S S S makesss a perfect sound
on the lips
of the Slothiest girl in town
no matter
how heavy the loose folds of her colorless velvet gown
trail the street as she
yawns and sighs like a Chaplin silent screen actress…..
Sso Sso Sso
bored by the folk in their loud little lives of technicolor,
YEssssssSSSSSsssssss
she manages to say to herself,
the sound
taking centuries to surface into the world
how easy to be
dipped in the molasses of almost invisble motion…….
how delectable to be simply shades of black and white
while other’s dash toward some neon goal, check off some pushy list, or road rage to some insignificant tourist destination, our sloth girl will find the nearest spot available, preferably the one she is in, and stay snoring until there are no more cows to come home….
when after eons of nothing in particular
save the horizon line and our slothiest girl
slowly being,
being slowly
a dark hairy fortune teller appears with a mystic reading hoping to pass the time, enlighten or provide some motivation to acquire, achieve, some ambition or fame…. notorious revelations
and as the dark hairy fortune teller peers into the sleepy creased lines of her loose limbs he is startled to find that
many birds may find her armpits desirable to nest, or that the tiny jumping spider may enjoy leaping from her marble white bosom to the tip of her mossy curled toes,
or the smallest moths in the land may take to flutter at each droopy eye lid in a cloud of mushroom dust……
what excellent company of miniature love!!
or the neglected animals of the town may gather to take rest in the folds of her colorless
velvet gown where the ancient scent of cobwebs shadows and broken clocks live just perfectly…..
repeats our dark hairy fortune teller
as he enters between the heavy folds of her colorless velvet gown
relieved of
all visions and their promising signs of what the future
actually holds
outside
as the world spins forever fast
you may just miss the quiet drone
in your quest to move ahead
you may never hear her dreamy heart
as it drops
each beat upon the ground
like ripe fruit
from the tree
completely and utterly
oblivious to yet another
new year
Comments
SSSSSSUPERB SSSSUCCULENT SSSSSSeductive SSSSSSSOft SSSSENSUAL
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUPER SSSSSerendipidus SSSSSSSSassy SSSSSIntilating
You ARE quite the Succulent Sourceress of Sound and Sourcery XXX SSSSSSSSteve XXX
Happiest of NEW YearSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Enalu " – ))
am SSSSSSSOOOOOOOO!!!!!! glad you read the whole thing b4 I deleted it by accident! Guess it was meant for you! x
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have to agree with SH, succint and superb. : )
sob* that’s the last paragraph sob*
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ME VERRRRRY HAPPPPY with the final revisions and tweakings and my work being SAVED!! so wotcha ya rekon a kinda sensual sloth with a view of the new year…..hmmmmmmm may add a little something else that has just come to mind…
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Well Im the Luckiest guy here then " – )) Fly me to the moon But hey dont follow my directions we might wind up on Venus.
here it is the saved version slightly revised
Sloth girl thanks you !!! xox
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Oh you’ve given me some great visuals here – mushroom dust, roadrage destination, a slinking Chaplinesque street siren – not to mention a hairy fortune teller! ( I get a vision of hairy armpits for that one!) Delightful work. Dream on, New Year….
thanks sweet Shallay wishing u a fab dream filled 2009 xox
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you and Stick Chick, both talking to me about sloths…may have to do a Sloth Rampant t-shirt i think…if i can work out how to draw a sloth rearing up on it;s hind legs….
so full of delicious details….the restored version is even more superb! well done you clever clever gal!! : D
wow . . . thanks Ena (& Steve) i could see the trailer running in slowmo as i read this beautiful piece E . . . more please
xXx
am
I licked my lips and i floated and swayed and my eyes widened at the wonders of this most fantastical lyrical tale.Honestly I did.
’you may never hear her dreamy heart
as it drops
each beat upon the ground
like ripe fruit
from the tree’
-how f…ing beautiful.
thanks stickysweety :) am very touched x
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thanks Amanda I love the slowmo trailer feel ……….will do my best to Channel some more slothineSSSSSSSS cept i need a nap first :)))
so unique and lyrical…some of the imagery here was incredible…so glad that you were inspired to join the sin table, but you brought the wrong one! The challenge was to write about the sin greed. But never mind, after doing sloth so well, I wouldn’t be bothered by that one little bit if I were you.