Elephants in the room, with audio by ‘Unforsenities’

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I am reblogging this post to include this stunning audio recording by Tim, from ‘Unforsenities. Tim is a great writer and friend, and his recording of Elephants in the Room gives it such depth and drama that the written words just don’t create. I was so grateful to receive his recording of my writing. Thank you Tim!

Please listen to Tim’s recording of this piece via this link:

elephants in the room (recording by Tim)

Please also visit Tim’s blog, Link here.

Elephants in the room

It seemed I was in the mood for reflections and dark dreams, whether I liked it or not. Some things you don’t get to choose.

I knew it by the way my thoughts were shifting in the shadows, taking form and approaching me while I was sleeping. Snipers at the window of my soul, following my spine with their menacing, ancient eyes. Gathering in the edges of the jungle, the corners of my mind.

As the thoughts approach, they are like elephants in the room, seen for the first time, defying their resume with a thundering stampede. I hear them through the mist of the past, the trumpeting like emergencies, the trampling that smells like dust and feels like sand in my mouth.

I’d always avoided elephants like that. Stalking them, keeping them out of rooms as best I can. Until you. You who has lips that do not care about dust or sand. Who lies on the ground with me amongst the rush and holds my hand.

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Artwork: Henri Rousseau, ‘The Dream’

(And can you spot the elephant?).

162 thoughts on “Elephants in the room, with audio by ‘Unforsenities’”

  2. a stunning image you have chosen Rachel. some dreams can do that, not just evoke feelings but prompt us to explore deeper. I am intrigued by the trampling that feels like sand and smells like dust. I am not sure I can identify what dust smells like. your writing is so sensual and evocative.

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    1. Yes, some dreams feel so powerful, like they’ve been creeping up on us for some time before they are finally expressed. Lingering around the edges of our consciousness. I had the feeling that smelling dust would be suffocating, making breathing difficult. Thank you so for your lovely compliments.

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  4. Oh Rachel, I loved the image and your dream-time words… those night-time elephant stampedes are definitely to be avoided… and as soon as I saw your post, I thought of this song and film clip by ‘Augie March’

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      1. I have a large(huge) collection of songs/music at my disposal… I hardly ever watch TV, so it’s my main source of entertainment…… and It’s a lovely way to make you smile .. 💙🌏

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  5. I’m going to write a proper response to the absolute brilliance of this piece, when I can gather my jaw from the floor and my glue the pieces of my melted heart back together….. but for now I have to say that this line right here? —-> “Snipers at the window of my soul, following my spine with their menacing, ancient eyes.” I would get this line tattooed on my body and spend the rest of my life telling people that you were the one who wrote it. Because it’s that good. And that beautiful. ❤

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    1. Ok, well, now it’s me that needs time to collect myself from the lavishness of this praise. Writing something that resonates with you April, that makes me know that I’ve done something right. When someone you admire like I admire you, likes what you write…. well…. I feel like a fan girl with stars in her eyes. Like Winona Rider when Bruce Springsteen pulls her onto the stage 😂.

      April, how do I say thank you to you? I mean, really, thank you ❤️❤️

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    1. Punam, I love this synopsis. And yes, having someone hold your hand through that kind of feeling…. a stampede of feelings even – that’s what we all hope for, right?

      And, I have no doubt that you always see the elephant in the room. And that you would address it too. I didn’t dub you ‘oh wise one’ for nothing ❤️❤️

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      1. Indeed, that’s what most of us hope for!
        Thank you for all the praise you shower on me but more often I am the elephant in the room! 😂
        You are so welcome, dear. You delight me always with your elegant, mesmerising and a tad melancholy verses. ❤️❤️

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      2. Ahhh I am laughing. You, the elephant in the room, I do not believe this for a second! 😂. Yes, my verses tend to be a little on the melancholy side lately, might be time for some love and romance poems perhaps? ♥️♥️

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      4. Now I see!. Sometimes we need these sorts of elephants and to have them come out of hiding and take their rightful place as an important focus.
        Love and romance? I‘ll do my best. Right after you! (Missing reading your work, you’re not posting as much lately?). ❤️❤️

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  10. I adore how your poetry always draws me right in so I’m laying right there on the floor with you. I just..ah Rachel. I don’t know if there is truly anything I can even say that begins to convey my awe and appreciation of your talent. I really do think you should publish your work and receive monetary compensation for it. Your poetry should be framed and hung on walls.

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    1. Oh Larisa. I honestly don’t know what I do to deserve such words from you. I am so lucky you think so highly of my work, you, who are a wise and beautiful goddess of words. I absolutely treasure you, I hope you know that. How are you doing these days? I miss reading you, your work is beyond beautiful ♥️.

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      1. Aww 🥰 wow that was a beautiful tribute, thank you! ♥️ I have been incredibly busy and just started working a second job. On top of a lot of other things going on so I simply have not been in the place to be creative. Sometimes I toy with the idea of closing the blog again, tbh. But for once, I’d like to have something that I can tolerate lasting for a long time. I hope you’ve been well?

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      2. Working a second job!!?? No wonder you’re busy. I hope you are ok… a lot going on can be great. Or it can be… a lot. Too much. I hope you are taking care of yourself sweet friend. I also hope you don’t close your blog because you’d be too missed around here.

        As for me…. I am ok in the stretchy way that ‘ok’ can be used. I have also been really busy, I moved house recently and work has been crazy. I’m not great at juggling things truth be told, so I’ve struggled a bit. I haven’t been writing much lately either. It’s nice to catch up with you! Xoxox

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      3. I so understand you. Moving house is such a big deal and juggling a lot on your plate while trying to maintain positivity can be downright disheartening sometimes.

        I am doing okay on a soul level, and that is the most important part. It’s my mind that sometimes struggles to catch up as I continue rewiring its paths. But we are getting there, my mind and I. I will be looking for a new place soon too, by June I must move out of where I am living currently and it is throwing me a bit into disarray emotionally, but I am sure that I will be able to find something that is perfect for me.

        I’ve had some incredible new experiences this year that definitely deserve to be talked about but I think I’m still savoring keeping them private and close to my breast for now. So they’re definitely good things. It is always a pleasure talking with you, Rachel, so I accept your x’s and o’s and send them right back a thousandfold.

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      4. It sounds like you have a lot going on. If your heart and soul are straight and it’s your mind that needs to catch up, I think it’s better than the other way round? I don’t know. I guess, best case scenario is that they all line up. Whatever your new and private experiences are, I completely understand keeping them close to your breast… especially if your mind needs time to catch up. Sometimes it’s too much to hear other people’s opinions or thoughts on personal matters, supportive or not.
        I hope you find somewhere perfect to move to. I have to say, I found the moving process incredibly stressful. But now that I’ve done it, that has eased so much and I wish I’d allowed myself to relax more about it. I’m actually loving the change, it’s been for the better.
        More X’s and O’s. You’re such a comforting and wonderful presence Larisa xoxox

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  11. Though I didn’t read your poem till now, as you published it while I was sleeping, I do believe it managed to magic its way into my own dreams. I feel like I dreamed this dream last night. My friend… so many good phrases… “the trumpeting like emergencies” – that is what it feels like.

    As usual, I’m blind to any elephants in the room, all I see is a beautiful bog/oasis full gorgeous lotuses, an equally gorgeous naked lady, and a full moon, today on full moon day…

    wait…. I see it! It actually looks friendly… like a friend on the ground… as she extends her hand…

    much love for you, and for your ever-gorgeous words and image-pairings. You’re a goddess. xoxoxo

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    1. Nadine!! Thank you for such lovely words, I enjoy searching for the artworks. I always do it after I’ve done the writing, and then wish I’d done it first. I see so many more avenues where I could draw on inspiration from the art. But by then usually the writing is too tightly woven to change.

      I love your response to the elephant. That you first saw the beauty in the scenery, and then when you saw the elephant, you saw the best in it. You made her a friend extending a hand, instead of an unwelcome and unspoken about usurper. This is such a beautiful illustration of how your kind works Nadine. You see the beauty in most everything, and you are so adept at articulating it in ways that are magnificent.

      I hope you are well my dear friend. Sending you a whole lot of love and hugs 💜💫😘 xoxoxo

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      1. My dear friend, you provided the beauty, all I did was see it… you’re such an amazing lovely person for seeing me that way. Muah. 😘

        I do the same with images (find them after the writing), with a very rare exception now and then. On faster pieces (like on the poetry account) I will grab an image and that inspires me to change the end of the poem in some way, or a word here and there, but yes in general it’s the writing first and then the images. And definitely half the fun is finding them.

        I’ve been thinking of you and hoping you are well also, what with the move and all. Hugs and love back you. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo 🤗🌈💜

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      2. Muah back up you. You see beauty and make things more beautiful by doing so. That’s certainly how I feel when you read my writing. I’m doing ok, thank you, I hope you are too ❤️😘 xoxox

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  14. Beautifully penned prose-poetry, Rachel. I like how you intermingle the worlds of reality and dreams, and the stampede of elephants filling our room as a well-found metaphor for our fears in life. I love everything and especially this:
    “As the thoughts approach, they are like elephants in the room, seen for the first time, defying their resume with a thundering stampede.”

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    1. Marta, thank you for reading this so beautifully and with your heart. That is exactly how I intended the metaphor of the elephants to be interpreted – our fears in life that we try to hide from, but in the end find us anyway. Thank you, and I hope you are well.

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  16. Just the thought of a direct approach is scary these days. Because the drawback applauds for a century, resounding in every bend in the body, and mocking you to the edge of your, the edge of your spirit. One of my favorites!!! Missed that.

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  18. Oh, my dearest Rachel… this is magnificent. I want to dream with you. Take me with you in your dreams.

    ” I hear them through the mist of the past, the trumpeting like emergencies, the trampling that smells like dust and feels like sand in my mouth.” Magnificent writing.
    “You who has lips that do not care about dust or sand. Who lies on the ground with me amongst the rush and holds my hand.” I died reading this sentence.
    The entire piece is so beautiful, so hunting, so you in some sense. Actually is not you. It sheds light only on one part of you. But all parts of your artistic being are mirific.
    I am silent now.
    And I follow you in your dreams….

    And no matter the dream, feel safe and loved.
    xoxoxo
    G.

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    1. Gabriela, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Are you sure you want to follow me into my dreams though? I am someone who tends toward the dark and surreal and the nightmarish in my dream world. If you are coming with me, I need to try and change that. Or maybe you’d sort it all out for me, I don’t know 😂. “It sheds light only on one part of you. But all parts of your artistic being are mirific.” You have not idea what it is like to read these words from you. To be seen as a whole like that, a sum of many things.

      Thank you, you are simply wonderful. Love and hugs, always xoxoxo

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      1. I am sure Rachel. “I am someone who tends toward the dark and surreal and the nightmarish in my dream world.” That’s fine. I’ll come. My dreams are mostly nightmares too. We can try to sort though them or fight them together.
        You are the sum of many wonderful things Rachel. But you do not want to see the wonders in you all the time. I guess that’s fine. Just promise me that you will try from time to time. Just try sweetheart.
        xoxoxo

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      2. This is such a representation of the goodness of you, and the friendship you give “We can try to sort though them or fight them together.” Even the nightmares, you’d go into battle with me. As long as you let me go with you, too. You’re the best xoxox

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  19. The feeling of the narrative poem has a beat poetry. A euphoric of imageries communicating to each other and experiencing a sort of scary prophets ringing in giant trumpets from the sky.
    You took me into your dream so I must be welcomed. Brilliantly well described. 🙂

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  20. You are most certainly welcomed, if it is a place you would want to frequent. So often I find my dreams frightening. I love what you wrote “scary prophets ringing in giant trumpets from the sky”. You captured it in these incredibly poetic words Charlie. I appreciate that, thank you.

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    1. You are welcome Rachel.

      Dreams are very frightening at times. Its up to us to try and overcome our own nightmare dreams.
      In that world, we are stronger and powerful. Fear will be afraid of us, we are the light that last forever.

      Bless you my friend. 🙂

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  21. This is extremely creative and beautiful, Rachel! And yes, I do see that sneaky, little elephant in the painting! Love this poem and the imagery you paint is just surreal. 💖

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      1. No problems at all, Rachel. It happens a lot on my end, as well. You are very welcome, as always. ☺️❣️

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    1. You are so right. Elephants are very symbolic in so many ways, and in many cultures. And, they are such magnificent animals – so gentle despite their size. I’m happy to have resonated with current energies, and to remind you of someone who had offered you such wisdom. I hope you are well ❤️

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  24. It sounds like you have a lot going on. If your heart and soul are straight and it’s your mind that needs to catch up, I think it’s better than the other way round? I don’t know. I guess, best case scenario is that they all line up. Whatever your new and private experiences are, I completely understand keeping them close to your breast… especially if your mind needs time to catch up. Sometimes it’s too much to hear other people’s opinions or thoughts on personal matters, supportive or not.

    I hope you find somewhere perfect to move to. I have to say, I found the moving process incredibly stressful. But now that I’ve done it, that has eased so much and I wish I’d allowed myself to relax more about it. I’m actually loving the change, it’s been for the better.

    More X’s and O’s. You’re such a comforting and wonderful presence Larisa xoxox

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  25. This is wonderfully dark. It’s terrifying, poignant, beautiful and sensual. I enjoyed reading this. Your prose is as good as your poetry. It’s like watching a series of surreal images flitting by. Each with enough depth to keep one hooked.

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  26. Rachel,
    Whenever I receive notice that you have posted, I get a twisty, the race is about to begin, the report is due at the end of the week and I haven’t started it yet, I really want to read it now but I don’t know if I’m ready feeling in my gut. So, I usually put off reading until I feel as though I have the time and attention to give you justice. You’re an amazing writer and it’s a privilege to be able to read your words. I haven’t commented on your last posts because sometimes words don’t happen, even when I try to let them. (BTW, I just created a folder that I put amazing posts that you and others that I follow in so I don’t lose them.)
    I read your poem out loud and it rolled so effortlessly that I recorded it. It sounded so good, even with my voice, that I wanted to share it with you but I can’t figure out how to post the file!
    You are outstanding and deserve all the compliments you receive

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    1. Tim, I am so completely flattered and humbled with your kind words about my writing. You are so lovely to say these things!! Please never feel you have to comment, or you have to say a certain thing. It’s a gift to have you read my work and then if you leave me any words at all about it, that is an added and wonderful bonus. I know you read with your heart and that means so much to me. I thank you from the bottom of mine.

      How are you, anyway? Haven’t seen a post from you for a while. Hope you are well.

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      1. I started writing a response to you three days ago, but a local emergency pulled me away.

        On the night of 3/15 – 3/16, two local 14 year olds ran away together. I joined forces with dozens of local community members to find them. They were spotted close by and the search was on. It’s rural here, farmland and woods. They were sighted a couple times late the last couple days, but they ducked into the woods and we couldn’t find them. They hid really well! They were picked up, cold and wet, but unharmed, by the New York State Police this morning, 3/19, at 8:20. It’s cold (low 30’s to mid 40’s and rainy). I think they’d had enough and came out to the road. A huge burden has been lifted from all our shoulders.

        I’m collecting myself mentally for my next post. I’ll share some info, but not all.

        As for your question, My family and I are well. We are coping with the changes that the Corona Virus is forcing upon us. We aren’t in a lock-down state, but businesses are being restricted and schools closed. All gathering are cancelled. Things are strange and I’m afraid they will get weirder still. Social distancing is the new thing.
        We’re about as socially distanced as we can get, the only contagion we can share is a computer virus. I promise, I won’t kiss your computer! (Hint, that was a tiny teaser of the plot of a story I’m working on, you know, end of humanity stuff, darkly humorous. Hmmmmmm?)

        I hope that you and yours are well and not suffering with the current world crisis.
        Stay healthy, don’t kiss any strangers, and keep writing!
        Thank you for your concern,
        Tim

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      2. Hi Rachel,

        Yup, I’ve kept this post front and center. I’m not a tech savant, so it took me until now to figure out a way to share my reading of this poem with you. When I made a file of it on my computer, it wouldn’t allow me to put it in a comment for you. After bouncing around in the dust bin of my mind for a month, I figured out a way! I shared the file on my phone to my gmail, and it worked. I’m going to gmail it to you and hope it works as well. Usually when I read aloud, my eyes run ahead of my mouth and I jumble the words. I was able to make this recording on my first attempt and decided that I wouldn’t do better no matter how many times I tried. I think I channeled a spirit, probably yours.

        Hope you like,
        Tim

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      3. Tim… I actually don’t know what to say. Firstly, I am so honoured you would even think or take the time to do this, so the gesture in itself is such a compliment. Secondly, your recording is amazing. You gave this piece atmosphere and gravity, drama and emotion, that it just does not have in it’s written form. Your voice enhances it a million fold. Do you mind if I try and upload your recording to this post? Ir I can manage to, I may even repost it so others can hear it too.

        Thank you Tim. I hope you know how much this means to me. And I hope you and all those you love, are well.

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      4. I would be honored to have you post it. I wanted to post it in my Fan Fic category, with your permission, but I couldn’t figure out how.
        You’re writing always stops me in my tracks. Sticks with me too.
        All’s well on the homefront, I’m celebrating with my Rosebud on her 55th birthday and looking forward to becoming a grandpa in August!
        Be well Rachel.

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      5. Tim please see my reaction below to your reading. I’m speechless my friend. Rachel’s gorgeous arrangement of words and your voice like… candle smoke and whiskey. Incredible.

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  27. “Who lies on the ground with me amongst the rush and holds my hand” – if I that were a question – the answer for me is so very often you, gorgeous friend. I can relate to so much in this poem, as you must already know, since you’re privy to the deepest truths of my heart. Thanks for your beautiful words of art. 💛🌿🧜‍♀️

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    1. Absolutely yes, I would lie on the ground with you and hold your hand, without a moment’s hesitation. I can’t say how it makes me feel that you say this. I feel incredibly special and very happy to write something you relate to. Thank you ♥️🌈♥️

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    1. Drew, I’m always so happy when you visit my poems, your opinion means a great deal, seen as I love your writing so much. I’ve been a part of your devoted fan club since I started on WordPress, both poetry and personally.

      Thank you. How is island life treating you at the moment by the way?

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  31. I can’t really add anything eloquent that hasn’t already been said, but I agree that you captured the terror so perfectly, and that ending is truly beautiful. If ever there were anything written of love, then surely that ending nails it?

    (I also saw that you have moved recently…I hope it’s settling down for you?)

    I hope for the day when your gorgeous writing will be in a beautiful book… but I love Larisa’s idea of framing it too… 😁🌸🥂
    💌 I also send love and hopes for peace in your mind during those terrifying dreams xo

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    1. Seriously, thank you and thank you and thank you. This: “If ever there were anything written of love, then surely that ending nails it?” You have no idea what that means to me. And your wish of peace in my dreams… I’m so touched by that too. You are so kind to me.

      Yes, I moved recently. Now that it’s done I finally feel a bit more settled.

      Wishing you all the best my dear friend ❤️💛

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  32. Oh wow Rachel, I’ve just listened to the audio (Three times)… simply sensational…. and what a powerful and clear narration…. truly a pleasure to listen too…..well done Tim…😀💙💚🌏…

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  33. I don’t know which line I must choose….to express the beauty of this masterpiece….your lines generate so powerful visuals….plus the image….I’m speechless….Amazing writing Rachel

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  34. Okay… what…. like…. I’m a little speechless here. Tim’s voice is …. absolutely gorgeous. It’s like listening to Bruce Wayne reading John Keats. Tim if you see this – holy moly was this an exceptional recitation and where did you get that whiskey smooth tone?! 😍

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    1. I’m so unsettled by this (in the best way possible) that I am literally replying to my own comment. Because seriously… Tim. HOW DARE YOU…. have a voice that charming. Excuse me while I fan myself on a chaise lounge. 🔥👏🏻

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      1. I’m not sure how to reply to that!!! Thank you? Do you want a drink of water, or something stronger perhaps? I was in good voice that day?
        ‘Holy pachyderm Bruce, that’s a heavy compliment!
        Yes John, it certainly is.’
        To be honest, I was taken in by Rachel’s poem and spoke it aloud to myself and liked how the words flowed. I couldn’t believe that I recorded it without messing it up on the first try.
        I’m gonna have a whisky now!

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  35. Rachel I love how you have added layers upon your work that already is so rich… The artwork, Tim’s rich, deep tone…they add that much more gravity and depth to your words. You’re such an amazing talent! Every word that one writes to praise you falls short and yet we cannot help but try!

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    1. Sweet friend, your comment makes my day. Tim’s recording is incredible and adds so much to this poem, that ‘rich, deep tone” is like liquid molasses. Thank you so much, you’re an absolute treasure ❤️

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  37. Oh, Thank you, Rachel for reposting this! It was great! Wow! Tim has a radio voice! Love your imagination on this!! I’ve had to deal with that too and your descriptions are great!! Loved that it was an audio. I agree with you on being able to just listen to Tim reciting. It did make it come alive!!
    Hope you have a wonderful Sunday!!
    Chuck
    xoxo
    😘💕🌹

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      1. No worries, Rachel!! I’ve been there and done that too many times!! Yes, I so agree the perfect radio voice! I’m hoping he checks out doing narration for audio books!! I think I may try and tempt him into recording a poem or two!! Ha! Not sure I have the same pull as You! LOL
        Hoping you have a wonderful Thursday, My Dear!!
        Chuck
        xoxo
        😘💕🌹

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  38. Rachel.
    I liked this piece a couple of days ago – or nights or whatever – but held back writing something as I had nothing to say beyond ‘ace’. But i wake early today to the shuffling of your elephants h(a)unting my sleep. I still don’t really know what to say of them, but before even re-searching out this brilliant piece from among the detritus I recalled at once their ‘trumpeting’ and ‘trampling’ – both of which you have rendered in a deft and majestic slow motion terror amid rising savannah sand (or something, something, something!) – so, on re reading, I have to say… ace!
    Thank you, IM&O.
    Nick xo

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    1. Nick! I must have had momentary lapse over the weekend and missed this. How dare I, how could I? When my elephants have been shuffling around and haunting you too. You make this cinematic and very visual with your words “deft and majestic slow motion terror amid rising savannah sand.” That is something something Nick. In fact, that is ace! ❤️ xo

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      3. And by that last comment I just meant it was beautiful as it was, is all. And also differently beautiful with Tim’s voice. 😍 There. I will finally hush up, now that my foot is tucked firmly in my mouth. ;)) Happy dreams, dear friend. :))) And please… write on. <333 💛🌻🙏🌿

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  43. I’m having a little bit of an argument with my reader, so I think it’s getting it’s own back and not posting my comments when I want it to, so you’ll probably get this comment twice! But I just had to say, Wow, that was wonderful!

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  44. “Snipers at the window of my soul, following my spine with their menacing, ancient eyes”
    Rachel, dark dreams are certainly something one does not get to choose… How hauntingly you described the ancient quality of dreams in this piece – a different, ancient dimension…known in some level to the soul to be real… “mist of the past”. I love reading your posts because of their depth and gentle power to immerse and engage.

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    1. Dreams can haunt Isha, through that mist of the past. The ones that get right at our core, that we carry in our souls and our psyches. Your comment touches me deeply, for you saw the soul of the poem. Thank you.

      Also, I keep meaning to tell you, I adore the name Isha ❤️.

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      1. Believe me, I get that – haunting dreams… I love how you talk about the soul of the poem, Rachel – poetic and endearing. Indeed, poetry does have soul.

        I’m smiling at this sweet compliment! Thank you, Rachel. 😘❤️

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  46. Wow, Rachel. Your words and Tim’s reading make one hell of an AMAZING marriage. I got chill bumps. And once again…I can so profoundly relate to this poem that You could have rummaged around inside me and written the same. Dead on. Thank You for all this. I’m so happy Your reposted!!! Huge hugs Your way….🤗❤️😊

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Published by In mind and out

I write from the corner of the world and from the corners of my mind. I'm Rachel, it was in my mind, and now it's out.