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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
His face could not control the anger and sorrow that lay within. It contorted in ways that seemed unnatural for anyone. He had for years been in control of all that was in his reach. But this late afternoon proved to be to much. He sat looking at the Pacific ocean. Its colors being changed between hues of blue and green. White caps beyond the set of waves would peak up and show themselves. The wind came at him firm but easy from of shore. It took his breath and mingled it with the itself, there was no distinction. The sand held the warmth of a late summers day. Just below its surface, if you dug your toes in, it would be a few degrees cooler. He sat there, in awe of all that reached him. He sat there wondering what was next. He had lost himself in another. Once again giving everything to them on face value. He trusted more than he should, loved more than that. He was truly an enigma in this day of quick, easy satisfaction. He believed in his heart tat nothing came quick, and that to last was more important. What then was he now. Broken again and alone. He thought he had found everything he had dreamed of only to forget himself in the process. She had come to the beach to leave it all behind. The city, the dirt, the smell of it all. The smell of him that lingered in her mind. She could not rid herself of him. She was demonized by his look, powerless to do anything but accept his every command. She was at one with what he wanted, but found herself increasingly not happy with her self. She had come to feel the sand beneath her feet. To feel the coolness that lay just below the surface. To feel the wind take her breath and loose itself among everything. He stood, the wind taking control. His hair flowed like the madness that was inside. He felt nothing but the power that was around him. The Sun crept closer to the waves, igniting the first of a storm of brilliant colors. The attacked his eye’s and he could do nothing but look in amazement at it all. His heart lurched for a moment, and he swore it was a mistake. The sun crept down and the first brilliance of pink hit the sky. She had made it to the sand just as the sun was going down. She looked at the colors that began, thinking nothing at the moment it first hit. Her heart could not beat for a second. It had stopped short, almost like it too was catching its breath. She found herself staring at the sky and the first hints of peach that made there way across. The blue became deeper, more than a color should have become. It lit her from the inside. It made her want more than she would have ever wanted. He waked into the water letting lap around his legs. Its cool feel giving him a strange sort of pleasure. He was broken, yes, but he was also capable of healing himself. He believed in the power of the heart and the strength of the soul to continue. He new other times would come and that now was his. He new he had to get back to himself, his own being. The water came in cycles. A sort of strange rhythm made him sway. Before she had realized it, she was in the water. Her legs being held fast by the tide. Her soul was finding itself, and for it she was pleased. She had forgotten whom she was, letting another force her into madness. It was time to begin anew. Time to remember that she was stronger than he was, for that is why he would force himself physically. He had not the words to express his feelings to her, he had only his strength and power. She had words, but he refused them. She had forgotten the pleasure that poetry and rhyme had upon her heart. Only now as the sky turned its shade did she remember all that she had learned. It was her time. As she stood there, she moved in the rhythm that had taken control of her. It had her heart, and it was healing. The sun forced its way down below the horizon. A strong blast of color took his mind and removed all thought of pain. It made its way around the sand, flew into the sky and became the freedom he craved. It was fresh, a new way of thinking. He had his soul back, his partner through this life. He had found his passion again and screamed out loud to the sky. It was carried upon the wind and drifted up to the heavens. No more would he claim ignorance of his feelings. No more would he hide behind eloquent lies that are told to save pieces of yourself. That was all a game that to many people played out. His was to be true to all, to hold nothing back. To give everything in truth. To remember himself along the way and be better for doing so. His scream gave way to tears and the release of the agony that had built up. So much so that he doubled over, kneeling into the water. He cried. Not a helpless cry, but that of being reborn. For this the ocean gave him his baptism. In return, he gave his tear. She was full of power when the sun disappeared. The burst of energy shook her, so much so that she lost all control. She let the power of the sky take her soul and cleanse it. She let it fly in the wind and find new life. She was free. Free of him, the monster that waited at home. She had more power now than he would ever have imagined. She had nothing there. All her memories had been given up for his. She screamed in joy to the sky. Her voice traveled the distance, and returned its power ten fold. She was kneeling in the water before she new it. The tears coming down could not be stopped, nor did she what them to. She was free. She cried like a newborn, and she was. For the ocean had cleansed her soul once again. Her tear dropped from her cheek and met the water. For a split moment she felt kinship, then it was gone. He walked form the sand, finding his car sitting there. It beckoned to him, a creature of habit it was. It new nothing of trouble nor strife, it new only the road and that new beginnings were always there. He looked at it a wondered what was left here. She saw him. There he was, soaking, dripping and happy. Staring at his car like some found freedom. The feeling of kinship had returned. She walked to him, not with her shoulders hunched, nor with any trepidation. She walked proud and free, and spun him around. They looked at each other, eye’s locked unto one another. Not a word was first said, non was needed. They had conquered their fears and were free. They had survived and were willing to start fresh. Nothing was ever told how you started, only that you did. That you did not let anything, nor anyone hold you back. That you let your fears go. They looked at one another, then hugged, not wanting to let go. Small cries could be heard, but they were of joy. Then she looked at him, closely, and walked over to the passenger side. They got in, shut the doors, and he started the motor. She asked him, now what? He replied, as far as the car wants to go. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
He trusted more than he should, loved more than that. ========================= He thought he had found everything he had dreamed of only to forget himself in the process. =========================== No more would he hide behind eloquent lies that are told to save pieces of yourself. That was all a game that to many people played out. His was to be true to all, to hold nothing back. To give everything in truth. To remember himself along the way and be better for doing so. ========================== the imagery in this was very well done Michael, you painted the sunset and the ocean for us... and the expression of emotion was intense... I enjoyed the continuing theme and parallels of the tears, the water, and the healing found in the release. After reading both of these i see how much the ocean effects and inspires you... for those of us who have never seen an ocean or walked a beach... you have given us a taste of the empowerment one must feel when in the graces of one of natures most precious gifts. well done poet of the wind  We wish ourselves beautiful, |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Your Proses are always so wonderfully written and have such depth to each. This is no acception. Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen |
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