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A new decade of musings from poetry to what inspires; casting words like seed worldwide.
I've read poetry that opened my eyes, realize now mine have been closed when I write.

The drive north is easier than south in summer.

If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you'll never be a novelist. -NEIL GAIMAN

And here I am

A new start for an old blog -- replaced by "SuperNova Afterglow: Shining Brighter, now at capacity as of 2018, focused on specific writing projects and goals:

SuperNova Afterglow: Shining Brighter  (13+)
I shine now, though the laws of physics cannot explain reversal for a former dwarf star.
#1300042 by brian k compton

Having no specific aim going forward...

I've hammered away at this glass with forefinger since resurrecting in 2014. I'm always ready to say too weary. Compulsion compels me, instigation informs, and still here I am...bright, full of light and dark, revealing hidden colors and shapes. That was before...
I hear what you are saying...but especiallly...what you are not.
Yes, I struggle. But I'm getting through it. How are you?

I've gone by other aliases. People remind me of that. Sometimes restrained, it's hard to understand what I write. It will be clear some day. Hard to hide what's in my heart. I'm making no apologies going forward for my feelings. Not interested in the trap of stereotypes. Not sure how we'll feel about that.

What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.'Now that I've figured out the ever changing rules of your game, you take the ball away, no longer engage me to play. You pay a price for this kind of friendship. I lose, I guess.

"A War Of Youth "Prose And Dead Men

April 14, 2021 at 2:46am
April 14, 2021 at 2:46am
You don't face the dark
or the wall
but an indeterminable time replaying
every mistake
forgetting hope and glimpses
of starliit obstacles
that will yield on the horizon
to your dreams
if you just try,
if willing to fail
with a chance to succeed.
April 14, 2021 at 2:27am
April 14, 2021 at 2:27am
all the beautiful things dim --
the '55 classic
         idle in a hot farm field
         embraced by weeds daring bloom flowers
         a certain rustic charm
all the beauty dimmed
         in sun-faded paint, tarnished chrome
a blended shape now landscape
as if sprouting, reimagined
         above the hood a tomb
of stick weeds obscuring dense
visages of a dark, passenger-free,
eerie cabin like impending death

all beauty dim
can't hum above a cricket now
         black bald mounted on crusted rim
         idle as the mid-day sun searing
beauty dimmed shines summer long
unobserved, a classic waste, but
no wreckers come near
it's sagging barn friend

rev. 4.14.21

was working on a rewrite for contest:

They crawl up to you as if daring restore your paint with their true seasonal color
The intertwine with the undercarriage crane to peer in dark windows made by their summer shade

All the beautiful things dim --
idle in a hot field, sun-friend
embraced by rustic charm
sun-faded, half a century
tarnished chrome of former
blazing speed

a blended shape now landscape
as if sprouting, reimagined
With the hood a tomb
adorned by last year's sticks
marking out dense visages
eerie cabin of impending death

all beauty dim
can't hum above a cricket now
black bald mounted on crusted rim
idle as the mid-day sun searing

beauty dimmed shines summer long,
unobserved classic American waste, but
no wreckers come
it's sagging barn friend

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