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Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain

by Vanishing Vapor

Rated: E · Book · Writing · #2207307

You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14

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#2035077 by Vanishing Vapor

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

dlspiritwriter 🙏☯️😻

Jun 22, 2024 at 12:17pm
In response to "Wish for Summer Snow"

Yikes Kare that's quite a big change 😲.

To respond to the blog, I enjoyed your descriptions and contrast of the seasons!
Very nice 🙂👍 and caught my eye. Write ✍️ on!

Kåre Enga in Montana

Jun 21, 2024 at 3:18pm
In response to "I'll Scream within my Dream"

Time to consider entering this or one of your other recent poems into Poetic Traditions (as you have before).

Nicely done.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Jun 21, 2024 at 1:21pm
In response to "Wish for Summer Snow"

I went from 108 to 35 when I came back to Montana. And yes, it snowed; but, now the heat will finally settle in at the end of June. Oh, how we suffer.

At least in Thailand we had a/c. I will wilt next week.

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Vanishing Vapor

Dec 17, 2023 at 5:42pm
In response to "Hindsight"

If Christianity is true, would you like to know?

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 17, 2023 at 12:58am
In response to "Hindsight"

My body will feed the worms; my soul will return to its Source.

I'm not Christian so I look at things differently than most folks here at WDC.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Nov 19, 2023 at 9:09am
In response to "Temptation"

Wonderful rhythm and rhyme. It rolls... And yes, spiders need to eat too. They know where to dine... or they starve.

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Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 29, 2023 at 1:19am
In response to "Kidder"

I really like this as is but I share some thoughts:

Now go the hell away. Very good use of this line. I'd make it the title unless a specific event or place comes to mind. Like "Workshop, May 32nd, Highway-to-Hell, Nevada".

I'd find active verbs for each use of 'is' and replace each 'the'. Like "May's sky screams blue; Spring's sea blooms green". This provides a season and action, sound, something.

Could use a grammar check unless you like it as is. Grammar is less important in poetry; this isn't an essay. For a definite pause (like for rhythm) you can use an emdash instead of a comma like: "I kid you not — nature's obscene,"

To add "darkness" to it... this is that season...

Explorers with lost souls explore,
Search worlds they've never searched before,
They'll kid you not — forevermore,
Now go the hell away.

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Vanishing Vapor

Aug 11, 2023 at 12:30pm
In response to "The Lighthouse of Whispers"

Whispers the names of all that suffered because of one's bad choices so that pain is returned.

Vanishing Vapor

Aug 11, 2023 at 12:25pm
In response to "The Lighthouse of Whispers"

How about the lighthouse whispers the names of all people who die as a result of one's bad choices in life?

Kåre Enga in Montana

Jul 30, 2023 at 1:52am
In response to "Salvaged?"

"Thus" and "only to" seem heavy, maybe 'let' as well. Too prosaic. Possibly like this:

the less I say,
the less I chance,
appearing weak —

predators investigate,
reveal themselves,
learn of my strength —

the hard way

Just a thought. I've been thought of as 'weak'. They forgot about my fangs.

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May 3, 2024 at 12:33am

#1070447

War

Conflict,
Hostility,
Quarrels lusting murder,
War is waged on an enemy,
When peace can't satisfy,
Mans one-sided,
Pleasure.

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May 2, 2024 at 7:37am

#1070396

Vanishing Vapor

We glimmer for moments in time,
Away we fade to gray haze,
We count on tomorrow though fallow,
As if living in oceans of days.

Convections in thin atmosphere,
Smoke signals in life's ether,
Though fallow we count on tomorrow,
And drizzle away in our leisure.

Life fades like fall's morning mist,
Vapor forming no droplets,
We count on tomorrow though fallow,
Temporary plumes the ozone forgets.

We seem liquid-but life's made of steam,
No velum contains our air,
Though fallow we count on tomorrow,
A rift of hope in the fog of prayer.

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