Pickled Jamjars Creative Writing

All Writing is Creative Writing...


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I will add new content to this section everyday, for a week at a time. 

The later work will be added to the bottom of the page.

At the end of the week, on sunday, all new material will be transfered to it's appropiate section.

Circle of Friends

Amazing how a new

Circle of friends

Can

Invigorate the mind,

The spirit,

The body.

 

You feel conjoined-

Belonging to a

Group

Of new, connected minds.

The freshness.

The newness.

 

Unaffected by the known

Crises and problems.

Willing

To accept you

As one

Of their own.

 

I feel welcome,

Enfolded into others.

Home.

I smile happily...

At last

I am here.

40,000ft

 In the sky.

 

Flying above you,

In the clouds in,

Solid, silver silence.

 

I see the tops

Of snowy mountains...

Sail, slowly past.

 

Like sleeping giants

They raise their heads...

Sleep; broken apart.

 

The roaring, jet engines

Ripping apart,

The sky, at the seams.

 

They toss, and turn,

Ruffling the duvet,

Snoring at us gently.

 

We dive through

The fluff, and cotton candy;

Dancing on our wings.

 

Then we descend

below the lapping waves,

into the hidden blue.

 

The fish of the sky,

Startle as we pass

Their great, feathered shoals.

 

Further we drop-

The streets begin to focus.

The clouds start to blur.

 

Touching on cold asphalt-

Our feet are back on land...

But our heart still soars above in

 

Solid, silver silence.

Fire Trucks

Engines basking in the sun;
Like red-bellied salamanders.
Ladder upward stretched
Toward the sky.
Reaching.
Searching.
They pant in the heat,
They sweat.
Round rubber feet pad
Softly to the fire.
Wailing harshly as they approach the blaze.
Spitting over the cooling flames;
They calm the furnace.
Sated, the beasts return to their cave.
And slumber, dreaming of the sun.

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