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Tangerine Dream Part IV: Poets and Personas

Updated on October 3, 2013
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Perhaps, if the two bugs mating outside...

To say their relationship started in a whirlwind is an understatement. They had met many months prior on the windowsill of one Benton Silverwood, a man of many talents, many been theres and done thats. A phenomenon known to those who can’t help but frolic in the Spring. Those tangerine dreamers who can’t resist the sweet nectar spilling out over everywhere they go. It is inevitable. Poetry is written and dreams are made. Time seems to suspend and those poets find themselves fighting with their own personas.

Upon that windowsill, two bugs had landed and began to chirp about nothing and everything because both sensed their time was precious: one must say so much in so little a chirp. If the man who had spotted them outside of his window had swatted them or swept them away, this story could not have been written, and life would have continued on for Benton Silverwood and Ava Grayson…never to have met, never to have fallen in love, never to have said goodbye.

And most days, Benton would have not even noticed the two bugs on his windowsill mating, but this was not any day. This was the day before the night he had planned for weeks. Tonight was the night he was to escort his exotic dancer. Tonight, he would take her to the city and treat her like the lady of luck she had become to him. He would make her feel how the city lights showcase the depth of his love. So when he saw the two bugs mating, he could do nothing but smile. Throughout the day he had whistled and felt lighter in his step.

Stepping over wood spilled all over the back yard, Ava Grayson did what she always does when she sees something needs to be done. She picked up the pieces of wood one at a time because they were too heavy for her to lift except one at a time and began stacking the wood. Winter would be arriving soon. Winter meant staying warm. Winds up to 70-80 mph combined with temperatures below freezing with perhaps several inches of snow on the ground can make staying warm somewhat of a challenge. No wood. No warmth.

And how Ava Grayson missed warmth. The kind that engulfs one with its kindness and cleverness, with its essence… The sort of warmth an old cabin can produce with wood heat. How many times she had stacked wood, carried wood into the house, emptied out the ashes in order to start all over again. Always feeling alone and yet safe because she was alone. Just her and the stove and the wind and the snow. Had Benton Silverwood known what he was getting into- one part of him would have ran -and the other even faster to that cabin snuggled in the arms of the Appalachian Mountains.

Benton told his loving wife how he had gone through mountains of paperwork while she had been doing her life’s work as a humanitarian while both knowing that he had in fact spent his day grooming and preparing for his big date. A lifetime together had taught them most everything. Mrs. Silverwood loved her husband, loved her mission, and loved her privacy, too. Living in the apartment with Benton was fine and cozy, but could be a little claustrophobic. If her husband needed to escort a sexy, exotic dancer into the city, then be it. In the interim, she would have their space to herself.

Space was not something needed when in need of warmth if that person is Cannon Eason.

Cannon Eason had felt casted out all of his life. Ava made him feel wanted, needed. Maybe even too needed on occasions, but she was his muse, his inspiration when his life had been so tragically disrupted. She had been there when there was no one else. More than anything, she listened. She had this way of looking at you and seeing beyond the cavalier attitudes, the rebuttals and recognizance.

Perhaps, if the two bugs mating outside of Benton Silverwood’s window had known that their mating was about to light the fuse under a cannon, they would have been more secretive in their show of affection.

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      Ana 2 years ago

      After reading Tom and Jack reecntly I picked up a book by Poul Erik Tojner called Munch In HIs Own Words . His treatment and writing are amazing and expressive in the way of the painter. I really think Pollack in some ways reached that state of freedom so often discussed in art. The unconstrained passion in his work unequaled in my humble opinion. That's what I love about art and artists. The emotional connection one feels when an artists moves you. I don't think Pollack ever tried to be anything other than what he was. A fiery ball of barely controlled fury. A pure animal of art painting out his soul for all to see. Yet he's constantly reaching out to you, his fellow man, asking if you can (as he knows you must) see what he sees and feel what he feels.

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      Karik 2 years ago

      I'm not quite sure how to say this; you made it exemlrtey easy for me!

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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

      Jodah,

      This is my favorite one, too.

      Thank You,

      Kim

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Kim,

      This is the best installment yet I feel, very descriptive, and makes you look forward to the next. Well done.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Suzette,

      It so nice to have someone read each section in one setting. I truly appreciate you.

      Kim

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      Suzette Walker 4 years ago from Taos, NM

      Oh, this is really getting good. I am enthralled with your story. I love the intro of the two bugs on the windowsill and their symbolism. Great story!

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      R.Q.,

      Of all the pieces, I enjoyed writing this one the most. Just writing the little short story was both exhilarating and exhausting. I do not know if I am capable of going the distance with a full-blown novel; but, for you to suggest such a thing is a huge compliment. Thank You my Friend for your encouragement.

      Sending lots of warmth your way,

      Kim

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      One can feel the passion brooding in this chapter Kim, thinly masking latent sensuality. The dance by the ballerina @ 4m20s in your Tangerine Dream vid was quite fixating.

      Again, very descriptive narrative, and the character development is looking good. This one could go all the way into a full-blown novel.

      The Polish and Russian undertones lend it an Eastern-European sophistication. Thank you, and am intrigued now as to what mysterious delights wait in store for your lead figures...

      R.Q.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      GRL,

      Thanks for the support. I have worked really hard on creating this story.

      Blessings to you,

      Kim

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up. Cleverly done with the image of those bugs there too. I enjoyed this and the pics and music. Passing this on.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Ann,

      Thank You. Although, I know it is possible you may be a little biased.

      Michael,

      Thanks for calling my little piece "cool." Appreciating your support.

      Best to you both,

      Kim

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      cleaner3 4 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      great write ..Kim

      love the way you wind the story around the bugs.. it is so cool.!

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      Ann 4 years ago

      Ican't find words to tell you what I feel. Just know you are alway the greatest writer in my world.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Hey Jo!

      So nice to see you.

      I hope you and yours are well. Thanks for the votes and for taking a look at this piece. I have charted into some unknown territory with this attempt at writing a short story. Hopefully, I can go the distance and do the justice.

      Many Blessings to you,

      Kim

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      My Dear Jamie,

      I sure hope I can produce more ooooh...

      and maybe even an aaaahhh or two.

      Bill,

      A comparison to "some of the classics" is such nice compliment.

      Thank You. I am glad you enjoyed this one.

      Best to both of you,

      Kim

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Kim, this is beautiful work, I'll need to do some catching up to do it justice. Voting up and more.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      How very clever, Kim. I love the bug approach...this is excellent writing...reminds me of some of the classics I have read with the voice you use. I'm sorry I haven't followed all installments, but this one I really enjoyed.

      bill

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

      Ooooh, I like where this story is going and your prose is getting denser with every installment. Jamie