Gravity’s magic. It’s a 6.

Walkin’ Billy had no friends, born and bred a bastard’s child, his a heart grown wild.
Town after town, moving like a mountain river, currents never ceased – gravity’s pull kept him searching for the peace.

It left the day Momma died leaving him on his own, man-boy on the move to wonder what was the meaning of life alone.
Day followed day, year followed same, inevitable he grew weary of wallowing in the pain.

Settled in a small town instinct led him to, the voice inside his head it echoed “it’s all up to you”.
Heart beating strong in spite of life’s ironic twist, having searched four corners of the earth, Walkin’ Billy found himself returned to his place of birth.

30 thoughts on “Gravity’s magic. It’s a 6.

  1. Josie Two Shoes September 5, 2020 / 2:22 pm

    Great writing, and a great deal of truth in this! Growing up, I couldn’t wait to be old enough to get far away from my small town in the Midwest. I’ve lived many places since then, but the older I get the more attractive that life becomes, and I will always miss the place I once called home.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge September 5, 2020 / 2:29 pm

      Thank you Josie. I so identify with you. In spite of living in the DC metro area for so many years, my heart truly is still with my small town roots 🙂
      I too will always miss “home” 🙂

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  2. UP September 5, 2020 / 3:06 pm

    I value my hometown much more now than I did as a kid. Good six

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge September 5, 2020 / 3:13 pm

      Me too. Funny how that is, as kids we seem to think there’s something better somewhere else, lol
      Thanks, Paul.

      Like

  3. D. Avery @shiftnshake September 5, 2020 / 4:08 pm

    Think you might be writing your own song. Got some chords to go with that? Six sentences, six strings, go for it.
    The song you included- love that cover!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge September 5, 2020 / 4:26 pm

      Funny, I was thinking that. No, no chords. Haven’t played a guitar in almost 30 years but perhaps…
      Yeah, me too! Total serendipitous discovery at the youtube today!

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  4. Liz H September 5, 2020 / 5:33 pm

    Lovely, like a walk down a dusty road in an autumn sunset.
    Yes! Make it a song!!

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  5. clark September 5, 2020 / 6:23 pm

    yeah, I’m with Frank, nice rhythm to the wordage,
    (makes a body want to smoke a cigarette, leaning against a sun-warmed Chevy, hoping to find diversion in the eyes of a truck stop waitress)

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge September 5, 2020 / 7:57 pm

      Thanks, Clark.
      Excellent. Words should conjure the reader’s imagination, non?

      Like

  6. Lisa Tomey September 5, 2020 / 7:19 pm

    Reblogged this on The Prolific Pulse and commented:
    This is what I call writing from the soul. Great post, my friend. Add the video and you never disappoint. Have a read, why doncha?

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  7. Lisa Tomey September 5, 2020 / 7:20 pm

    Poetic prose, prose poetry, music to my ears. Reblogged, because, YES!

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  8. Zack and Zelda September 5, 2020 / 9:57 pm

    WOWZA, this is a beautifully bittersweet 6, Denise! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  9. The Vintage Toy Advertiser September 6, 2020 / 2:20 pm

    It should be a track on a bluesy and gritty rock album, with harmonica intro and outro 😎 Nicely picked rhymes and melody, D, and that surprise ending of coming full circle.

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  10. westcoastwoman September 6, 2020 / 3:39 pm

    Years ago I walked past a park where they had an organized group of kids and leaders that were playing and having fun. there was a small boy standing watching, he looked like a small man-boy
    not attached to anyone or anything, I spoke to him, hooked him up with the leaders of the group
    and walked on…i have often thought of him…where did life take him? thank you for the memory

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge September 6, 2020 / 7:46 pm

      What a poignant memory. Perhaps that small boy has thought of you and a moment of kindness and compassion from his youth.
      Makes you wonder how many such interactions turn out having a significant impact on a person’s life.
      You are most welcome, Janet. Thank you for sharing.

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