And the storm came riding down on high,
In its sequinned plume of thunder.
A mighty lightening froze the sky,
As it spewed venom down under.
Nobody knew just what to think,
They had no time to wonder
They just watched it hit and howl
And tear the world asunder.
I was going to write prose. Don't know what happened, but here goes...
Its dusk here. That state of limbo we all love to write about.
I'm sitting in the shadows as the darkness hovers just beyond the grey,ignoring the lights on the other side of the harbour which seem so far away.
I would whisper to you now on the side of a hill, under a dark green tree on a night with no moon, as time stands still.
And no matter how hard I try, I still cannot hear you, or even hear myself, although the wind is deathly silent tonight.
The best I can do, is listen to them.
As they murmur that its time to leave.
Time to listen to the gods who sit on judgement up above.
Time to say hello to that stranger you're afraid of.
Time to grasp the beauty of the storm in your open arms and realise with a start, that its going to be a beautiful night.
And the best is yet to come.
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12 comments:
This was unusually hopeful. Which is always good, of course :)
one of ur best. fantabulous.
I really liked the interlude in the piece. You made that transition and it all seemed to flow into a wonderful, ominous and subtle blanket of darkness and hope.
The world you created in the last part is - rich and enticing.
Aparna: yes, keep smiling honey!
VP: that surprised me!
Doc: (bowing graciously)
Aria: enticing...hmm, nice way to think of it :)
from poetry to prose in one easy stage.
just like your name sake your talent is growing. spreading over the page with inky words.
silent conversations...they are so much a part of our lives...sometimes most difficult...sometimes most anticipated!
beautiful and so very positive.
it turned in a completely different direction than i thought. i like it. a lot. especially the line about the stranger...
sophia, cj, illusion: thank you
bohemian:thats a lovely way of putting it...the ones with ourselves are the trickiest perhaps.
shadowlor: bet your mother taught you to sray away from strangers and curiosity got the better of you..:)
Something more optimistic, hmmmm...
Even storms can be beautiful, especially with the promise of what follows them.
this is one of the best things i ever read anywhere - brilliant! i loved it!
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