When I finally stopped ignoring
the itch and embraced the warmth
indigenous to that indiscernible link
we share like a rope tethered
to two unlit woodpiles
waiting for ignition,
the spark provoked the catalyst
to combustion that could cross an ocean,
igniting the very water
that thwarts less resolved attempts
at scratching at heat
that runs deep.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Prompts in this one:
- Word of the Day Challenge: “indigenous“
- Fandango’s One Word Challenge: “thwart”
- Submitted for dVerse’s OpenLinkNight #299
Often Mumbled Musings 
Oh, I love the way you used rhymes and structure… I wonder if it’s if itch isn’t what motivates us the most.
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Enjoyed the woodpile(s) awaiting impending conflagration imagery
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Thanks too much, Ron!
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That kind of itch can’t be ignored forever. Glad you stopped trying.
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When I finally stopped ignoring
the itch and embraced the warmth
That’s the way, Philip. Just forget the negative and think of the good things in life
Hank
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Indeed!
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Whew! Is that the seven-year itch?
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Who can even count anymore?
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Wonderful imagery of the two piles of wood ready to ignite… Happens to so many!
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Wow, this is brilliant. I especially loved the lined “igniting the very water
that thwarts less resolved attempts
at scratching at heat that runs deep”. I imagine that water hitting the spot and the utter contentment that follows
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Thanks so much : )
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This sounds like a connection that runs deep indeed!
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Indeed!
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