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In Pursuit of Quintessence III
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In Pursuit of Quintessence III |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America 
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The crone's voice, colder than the 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 unblemished, young and pure, wearing a tunic of the purist raw silk. That I knew, but how I did not. She bade me closer and held a warty toad. I was petrified, 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 with one bloody click of her teeth took off its head. When she evaporated into the musky air she cackled once, saying, You are on the Bridge of Eventual Eternity, pass on to the Resurrected Side. With immense relief I began to make my way toward the Resurrected Side. Each step I took, and I took them quickly, even began to run; still, with each step toward the Resurrected Side the further away it was from me. I stopped to ponder. I'd never pondered before. Pondering is different from thinking. A ponder is heavier, more profound I discovered. I asked myself questions, Questions I once thought I knew the answers to. "What am I doing here?" "What have I come to find?" "Have I lost my mind?" I still recall why I'm here, searching for my Quintessence; the pure, core elemental quality of life; me, in other words. I'm searching for Pure Peace I've heard of, but never had; Quintessence. The reaffirming of my undertaking brought the Resurrected Side merely one step away. I took that step. I found myself in a landscape once removed from darkness, forever to wander inside spectral thoughts perhaps foolishly, maybe aggressively passive as I uncover who I am, what I am about, my Quintessence, my Peace. The Forest Tall a memory 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 find myself naked, alone and quite, quite afraid of what I can't see in this Unstable Bog. Was I naked in the Forest Tall? Maybe, but the Forest Tall made me feel clothed for no one could see except maybe the voices who bade me take my leave. The Resurrected Side is an Omnipresence Bog, gray, sinister and gloomy gray clouds hover o'er the life-like oozing of this Surreal Bog where the ground isn't soil at all, and, as I trod in 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. Voices that speak to me, I daren't speak back, there is danger about, that feeling is full of meaning within my bones. The ground before me erupts into one gigantic PLOP Now, standing before me an awkward looking organism not human, not animal, grinning at me, or is that a frown? A snarl? It speaks dispirited, sad words, I am Mortally Wounded Psyche, look what you have done to me. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
quite the tale you weave sir.. you touch on many things, many revelations.. I have enjoyed your scribes |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I appreciate your nice comment, Cpat, thank you very much. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Soul searching is something everyone must do at some point of time, it sure helps. Fine writing Jerry, vivid images. "Hardwork pays in the long run" |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I agree, Prasad, and this is what my guy in the poem is doing. It is his time. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
I like the depths to which this piece(s) goes into introspection. Look forward to delving deeper with you. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Thank you, Eusta B, |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
one could end it..."look what I have done to me"...enjoyed the unraveling of this braid |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Maybe I will, Dark Stranger. |
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