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Pursuit of Quintessence – III
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Pursuit of Quintessence – III |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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 The crone's voice, colder than a Wyoming winter's blast mere moments before. Though I fought against it, using every fiber in my body, I turned to look upon her face the blackness of the closed-in bridge now muted with soft light. Though the voice was that of an old crone her face was unblemished, young and pure, wearing a tunic of the purist raw silk. That I knew but how I knew I did not understand. She bade me step closer holding a warty toad. I was petrified, frozen to the spot, not one step could I take. She threw her head back, laughed beyond tomorrow, looked at me with knowledge from some ancient oracle's wisdom, put the frog 'tween her lovely lips and with one bloody bite took off its head. As she evaporated into the musky air I breathed she cackled once, saying, You are on the Bridge of Eventual Eternity, pass on to the Resurrected Side. With immense relief I started my walk toward the Resurrected Side. Each step I took, and I took them quickly, even began to run, but with each step toward the Resurrected Side the further away it was from me. I stopped and pondered. I'd never pondered before. Pondering is different from thinking, pondering is heavier, much more profound. I asked myself a few questions. "What am I doing here?" "What have I come to find?" "Have I lost my senses?" Then I remembered, I recalled, oh so well, my search is for quintessence, the pure, core elemental quality of life, me, in other words, I'm searching for the pure peace I've never had; quintessence. The reaffirming of my undertaking brought the Resurrected Side one step away. I took that step into a landscape once removed from darkness, forever to wander inside my spectral thoughts perhaps foolishly, maybe aggressively passive as I uncover who I am, what I am about, my quintessence, my peace. The forest tall is gone as I move into the Resurrected Side, I am not concealed within its sparseness. No. My world has changed in a blink of an asteroid's death centuries ago I quickly I find myself naked, alone and quite, quite scared of what I can't see in this unstable terrain. Was I naked in the Forest Tall? Maybe, but the Forest Tall made me feel clothed for no one could see except the voices who bade me leave. The Resurrected Side is an omnipresence bog, gray, sinister and gloomy gray clouds hover o'er the life-like oozing of this surrealistic world where the ground isn't soil at all, and, as I trod in my bare feet it feels like pudding squishing between my toes. As far as I can see the landscape bubbles like boiling chocolate pudding, plop, plop, plop-plop, but the ground, if ground is what it is, is the consistency of cold oatmeal. As before in the Forest Tall I hear voices, if voices they really are. The voices speak to me, I daren't speak back, for I feel there is danger about; that feeling is full of meaning within my bones. The ground before me erupts into one gigantic PLOP And now, standing before me an awkward looking organism not human, not animal, grinning at me, or is that a frown? Maybe a snarl. It speaks, dispirited, sad words, I am Mortally Wounded Psyche, look what you have done to me. ©January 16, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Goodness gracious, dear Jerry, what a dramatically vivid write. Yes, you pondered and you pondered deeply. The outcome is a little bit disquieting no doubt. Very impressive that "Mortally Wounded Psyche". And yet your Quintessence is peace of the soul, which is immortal ... the picture is wonderful, just to contemplate it deeply will bring wonder and peace and stop your fears. Excellent write. Margherita |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, you always have the right words to say, Margherita, thank you so much. The Mortality Wounded Psyche maybe is not beyond help, we will see. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
All will be made whole on the other side as I understand it. Take heart my friend. You have found healing and love in your later years and an exceptional kind of peace some of us never come to in our lifetimes. Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I know you are right, Lori. Still, we humans, especially human poets will try in our own inept ways to unlock mysteries centuries old. Thank you for your insightful comments. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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