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OedipusSilenti New Member
since 2002-12-23
Posts 2 |
"Face the sun." she whispered, almost inaudably, that August eve under light of night by an opaque water. I could not hear. A passionate breath rushed past human ears on its path to Venus, making jealous the hearts of Mercury and Mars. Pluto sat in the distance discerning the movement of things and speaking for knowledge of oneself. I could not hear. The brook was distracting. It anchored me there while I, wishing to be lost within her, waved away the nuances of its ambiance. Slowly it flowed away, sounding the names of its many lovers, and returned. Always it returned with her. Rythmicly it pronounced the syllables of my name as if keeping time to my sin. There was a sound like an extravagent roll of the tounge and tribulation between rock and liquid. Those dark waters would never allow peace. I trembled slightly. She made some incoherent utterance of pleasure. I was ashamed. Still, I followed the sounds of our love making, the brook and I, trembling. Trembling and hoping for the moment to present itself in which I could face the sun unashamed and naked. Feeling the texture of its light and truly knowing that I am but a child taking pleasure in a state of being not yet conceded to me. Alas, this could not to be. I was then privy to the conversations of the wind. Focus, I could not. A thousand voices rose and fell; all in chided remarks and sorted laughter. Focus, I could not. The paramount, wrapped and tossed in, was lost in those murmurings. Pluto turned away weeping at the insolence of the world. Cloaked in red, another leaned back hand over chest, hand behind neck in the satisfactions of revenge. Too much to be heard. He talked of war and pestilence, famine and disease. "Lose yourself, little man, lose your self before it hurts." I grasped at the remnants of long spoken words. "There are some affections for reality and presence of mind still at work here." Amused observations were cast from the chorus. "Abandon all hope of virtue and reconcilliaton, lose yourself." I had lost all thought of transcendence. Enlightenment this could not be. I felt the presence of the breaking of dawn at my back. Pushed back and echoing, already fragmented memory, I was alone. And the Sun pressed me down. Held fast in its vice I watched her fade. In this moment I knew I had found again my place. I could not face the eastern way for in the caress of the countenance of light I knew I would feel only shame |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Welcome to Passions! This is a trembling piece...thank you! |
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Stinky Twinkie Member
since 2002-11-26
Posts 204Dinwiddie |
OedipusSilenti, you are awesome. -Stinky Twinkie- |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
BRAVO! This is a fine piece, intense and beautiful imagery. Some can face the Sunrise, some must face the Moon's farewell. |
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EINSTEIN New Member
since 2002-12-21
Posts 5USA |
OedipusSilenti : Welcome to Passions! I'm new here too. I love your story because of the great amount of detail in it!  |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
The new day takes in it’s first morning breath, As the sun crests the edge of this world, The trees stretch their arms and yawn with the wind, As the morning glory’s petals unfurl, The wandering wind whispers in my ear, As I breeze through this birth of new light, Speaking softly to me, “Know you not what’s near?” “Before tomorrow drives away this night?” The tallgrass conducts it’s symphony, I answer in silence profound, How I long to bathe in her sympathy, But I fear I have already drowned, Now I sit at the peak of these valley walls, Above the crystal waterfalls, Strain from the pain of this life so stained, Washes away the wonder of a will retained, Leaving no care for all I’ve ever gained, or loved, beaten down by my own remains. This new soul takes in it’s first morning breath, Born upon these valley cliffs, Inside me the answer exists only not, The clouds in the sky still shift, “I know not what is to come” I say, “As I know only this.” “My destiny swells from my own creation,” “What I long for will not be unkissed,” An eagle now soars these boundless skies, While the faithful wind answers me, “Live not your life, in that of disguise,” “And manipulative tyranny.” “Seek this life within yourself,” “For I know not what is to come” “I inquire, merely, of your inner wealth,” “For you are the chosen one.” The vagabond air now speaks no more, Curtains of silence blanket infinite shores, I know, yet know not, what’s now in store, Clandestine before and evermore, For I am the eagle that soars. **************************************** i liked your mentioning of pluto and the lack of focus and/or refusal of focus demonstrated here. |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
the other in red that you speak of, that is Mars, no? |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
OedipusSilenti Reading this was an experience, rich and questioning....and enjoyed. Welcome to Passions. |
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