Friday effervescence

It was a cloudy, dreary Friday
But that didn’t stop her
The Friday effervescence
Florescent in her veins
She puts lush wishes on her lashes
With fingertips of wanderlust
She seeks out sunset crashes
and rushes to the rain.

She has an energy of dynamite
Her flaming hands within her pockets
She grasps a shock of lightening
Feels the sheerness on her hips
Electric auras, seas of strangers
She can smell the fizzing waters
She will drink a flaming sunrise
With an hourglass on her lips

83 thoughts on “Friday effervescence

  1. you had me in your raincoat pocket, trying to catch a glimpse of what you felt, the air turn to magic when you write like this, i feel your aura seep out of the words and infuse me. so wonderful R, this one vibrates with an emotional iridescence.

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    1. You are so generous with your comments my dear friend. If I had you in my pocket, the Friday night magic would be sensational! I wrote this thinking about when I lived in London, and the Friday night air after 5pm would be alive and buzzing. Hope you are having a good week so far x R

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  2. Great.πŸ’‹ So so so so great. Loved all the imagery you used, really brilliantly done and I could feel the fizzy popping energy in your words. Loved it

    Especially the closing lines! I smiled and went wow!
    XxxxπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

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    1. A wow from the Fiery one, this has added fizz to my step. I couldn’t help being reminded of you when writing any metaphor related to fire/explosions/burning. Such a perfectly apt, genius name for you. Thank you for these kind words, so happy you liked the last lines, they were ones that just spontaneously erupted πŸ’₯ xxx

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      1. Haha…nice. Spontaneous eruption of poetry is the best kind

        My pleasure. It was a great poem. So inspired
        🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟πŸ”₯πŸ’‹

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      1. You know while reading a poem a lot of thoughts go through my mind. But I try to comment on that first gut feeling. Subsequent readings reveal much more. But it is the paucity of time and so many wonderful blogs to read that I feel constrained to write shorter comments. I hope you don’t mind that. I love where your poems take me.❀️

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      2. I feel very lucky to receive any comments from you, and this one, that you love where my poems take you, well that is priceless! You give me a lot of your thoughts and I feel honored. Thank you ❀️❀️

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  3. I keep coming back to this one. I think the scene and the feelings you are describing are utterly foreign to my experience. Night life has never been a thing I have understood, merely something to awkwardly endure. I did love your lines β€œcoat of dynamite” though at first I wondered if you were talking about a suicide bomber. And β€œfeel the sheerness on her hips.” Lovely turn of phrase. Lovely flow and rhythm as always!

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    1. Aah, my mind was so busy thinking about the ‘friday feeling’ I didn’t even see the coat of dynamite as a potential reference to a suicide bomber!! This is not what I intended at all, and I am pretty tempted to go and change it…

      I used to love that feeling of excitement in the air on a Friday after work. It does not exist to any intensity for me in my current circumstances! But I still get a kind of buzzing feeling on a Friday. Thank you so much for this comment.

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  4. This poem screams excitement and I can feel the energy so much in this! Almost like a fireworks show for me! This sounds like a woman full of readiness to take on the world, filled with a thirst for adventure and a drive to go out and seize the moment! And I can definitely feel that Friday-ness (even though I’m writing this on a Sunday Lol.. Don’t judge me!) Love this poem! β˜ΊοΈπŸ’™

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    1. Oh!!! And here you are, back and sprinkling your vivacious energy on my poems – lucky me! I’ll be dancing on your couch again soon! I think your energy surpasses that of the poem and bestows energy onto it. Thank you, lovely friend. Great to have you back πŸ˜˜πŸ’•

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      1. Haha! The break away definitely did me some good, so if you can feel my energy that means my break did it’s job! You’re very welcome, though I feel my energy pales in comparison with the energy in your poem. Thank you for the warm welcome back to your side of blog world! It’s great to read your words again! πŸ˜˜πŸ€—πŸ’•

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  5. Whenever I visit your blog, this is the post I am most attracted towards. The word choice is incredible. Like fluorescent then the next line uses lush. There is this tone that binds the images and keeps them electrifyingly perfect. The image is also quite good. Incredible!!

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      1. LOL!!!! I seem to have some weird attraction to writing about days of the week (that, and, well probably other weird attractions too, but I’ll save those for another time). Pretty sure I have a Monday poem somewhere, which just leaves me the more nondescript days… Tuesday might be my biggest challenge?

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      2. Haha! I giggled ☺️ This brings to mind the poem titled Monday’s Child. Imagine having to write a poem about the Monday of monthsβ€”January. Wait, maybe that would actually be a good one.

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  6. Oh I love a good reeeeewiiind!
    You may not get that reference if you didn’t do much clubbing in the 90s lol. But after every great song the DJ/MC would always say….who wants a reeeeewiiind!
    Everyone did.
    So.

    Love this!
    xo

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    1. Ha!!! Reeeewind indeed. ❀️ A night out clubbing with you, well my Fiery goddess, I think that would be my idea of a great night out, definitely electrifying and effervescent. Scorching hot even πŸ˜‰. Wait, was that you… πŸ˜‚

      You’re the best, thanks honey πŸ’‹β€οΈ x

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  7. Every single word of this is perfect… “She puts lush wishes on her lashes /
    With fingertips of wanderlust” …. “She grasps a shock of lightening
    / Feels the sheerness on her hips”…. “She will drink a flaming sunrise /
    With an hourglass on her lips”

    And everything in between…. this poem, I feel I’ve lived it…. but the way it’s written, I love it….

    This poem is perfect, to me; I can’t find words to express how much.

    Watt said it best.

    You’re very talented, Rachel ❀️❀️❀️

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    1. Nadine, I feel like you could have been right there with me on that Friday night I refer to in this poem, and oh what a night that would have been! I had a feeling that this might resonate with you, so I’ m so glad that it did! I really do think there is such a thing as is ‘that Friday night feeling.’ Thank you for being so kind about my writing my dear friend, I really appreciate it ❀❀❀ xo

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      1. Yes…. yes… yes… and yes…. !!! Except the last thing; it’s not kind, it’s true. I’m a huge fan of you, and of your electrifying words. Thank you for sharing them here when they certainly could have won any submissions bid, and as tara cariboo says below, “more please”! ❀️πŸ”₯πŸ’₯⚑️⚑️

        Now off I go with lightning bolts in my pockets, for the school run. (Which is about the most stimulating town time I get these days. πŸ˜†πŸ™„πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ˜„)

        p.s. the accompanying image is indeed perfect with it as well! I love it so much as this is precisely how I imagine you looking! Cool and beautiful and introspective and saucy all at once πŸ’™πŸ’ƒπŸΌπŸ€—πŸ’—πŸ˜ xoxoxo

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      2. Ahhh, honestly, you know how to melt my heart – if its OK with you, I’m going to go ahead and treasure that beautiful compliment, I heart it so much, thank you, thank you, thank you.

        As for the school run, you may just need some lightening bolts to help with those four monkey (emojis), or if not, coffee? That might do the trick I think. If its any consolation, coffee’s as close as I get to lightning bolts these days too. And if I make it “out” on a Friday night, I’m usually thinking about how long it will be before I can curl back up in my bed 🀣. Such is life.

        Hope everything is well with you my gorgeous friend. It’s been a while since I carebear-stared you, so, how about I do that and send a whole lot of love and hugs as well xoxox πŸ±β€πŸ‘€πŸ˜πŸ’•πŸ˜Š

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  8. This poem made me feel electric. Like I was stepping out with purpose and zeal. Another one of your gorgeous poems..I wish I could say some words that would do it justice, but tonight I’m just admiring your words and letting them sink in.

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    1. Hey, how lovely to hear from you, I’m grateful for any words you give me, it’s like receiving a gift. Thank you. And if I electrified you, I hope it was not too shocking (sorry, couldn’t resist πŸ˜‚). I hope life has been treating gorgeous Ebony and Crows how she deserves to be treated – like the treasure inside and out that she is.

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      1. 😍😩πŸ₯°πŸ™πŸ» *melting*

        I’ve been really sick and really wiped out emotionally, but I’m getting through it one moment at a time. And I do mean that.

        Haha I loved the tongue in cheek punβ€”no it was a good kind of zing. Just what I needed. I re read your Seduction and Destruction poem again and it is done so beautifully I just wanted to let you know one more time. You are so talented.

        I hope you are doing more than well, Rachel.

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  9. Ahhh I just wrote you a long comment and it disappeared…
    But you’re more than worth writing it for again.
    I was saying how I’m sorry to hear how wiped out you are. Our physical and emotional states are so tightly interlinked that when both are out, it can feel so draining, and take so long to recover….(speaking from firsthand experience). I’m glad you are taking things moment by moment, and hope that soon all those moments will add up to feeling much better.

    Thank you for always being so ultra-supportive about my writing. Your own talent with words is beyond.

    Take care Larisa, I send you some virtual hugs and chocolate xoxox πŸ’–πŸ’

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    1. You are gorgeous in mind and out.

      Thank you.

      Sometimes I can’t say how much I feel due to emotional burnout with things going on in my personal life but I appreciate all of the things you say immensely. And yes, our bodies respond to everything our mind is chewing through at any given moment so sometimes it’s a double whammy.

      Accepting all the hugs and chocolates xoxox

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  10. β€œElectric auras / sea of strangers” is such an incredible line, Rachel!

    This whole piece is neon, musical, pop art. I feel a city that is humming with double entendres at ungodly hours. The clinking of glasses and wild laughter.

    As always your pen lends itself to an atmosphere that piques the senses… you articulate moments like dreams… that one regrets for waking. Happy sigh.

    You are so talented.

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    1. I LOVE this! That you see this as β€œneon musical pop art” – any ideas of a song that goes with it? This kind of night would be perfect for Athena and Vixen I think, moments like dreams. And the best thing about imagining these kinds of things is that we never have to wake up from those dreams (or face the hangover of the next day πŸ˜‚).

      You’re the best, truly ❀️❀️

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