A Writers Anonymous Collaboration
Wherever I go
Old melody of our hearts
Murmurs autumn hymn
The songs we heard and we sang
Break my heart and cause a pang
Once soft, sweet whispers
Like spring, holding me in thrall
Now silent, your voice
Our song is played everywhere
My heart is sore with despair.
We stayed up all night
Talking like we loved to do
Then knowing crept in
Things would never be the same
I miss our forgotten flame
View of broad shoulders
Really gets my heart pumping
But you are long gone
Your absence brings so much pain
I long to spot you again
Rough stubble chin rubbed
My butter soft skin, blushed
A forgotten summer
Saturated throbbing aches,
Now my untouched body shakes
Laundered love flying
Our gathered smells, on the line
Blow the funk away
Forgotten shirt, traitor nose
Exhale! Let it decompose!
Coffee, steaming black
Inhaled with cold winter pine
My nose sought your neck
Now those pungent smells disgust
A sniff relieves me of lust
Loving you was sweet,
Mouth-watering, savory
Your kisses to me
How long it’s been, me waiting
To say it, so long Darling
After the success of our original post, our Writers Anonymous Collaborative (WAC) doubled with the addition of Jenna (TheSunshineArtist), Mich (michnavs) and Kate (calmkate). At this grand meeting we decided to write a renga, a linked poem created by different writers taking turns writing a haiku followed by a couplet.
Our collaboration was inspired by a poem written by Punam about how songs can trigger memories after a breakup. In the comments we discussed how smells and places can also bring back those painful (and sometimes painfully delicious) memories. And thus the idea to use the five senses to write about experiences after a breakup was born! Since there were six of us, Gina, suggested including the 6th sense, intuition. Fortuitous fabulousness ensued! Ah – serendipity!
The enthusiasm of this lively group of writers is infectious! In one day, we had the first draft completed. The final draft would have been approved sooner if we hadn’t been sidetracked by all the fun. To complete this endeavor, Jenna created a unique image that visually captures our story.
Out of our need to write, this collaboration was a hands up, eyes wide open, stomach dropping, feet bracing roller coaster ride of exceptional, empathic wordsmithing. I loved every minute of it and screamed my head of quite a few times as these lovely lyrics came together. I am so sad this ride has ended but can’t wait for the next meeting of Writers Anonymous.
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