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Prophecy, Part 4 (Duet: Sunshine & Patricia)
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Prophecy, Part 4 (Duet: Sunshine & Patricia) |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri 
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Prophecy, Part 4 No one heard his sound, there, in the Cornerstone Café, when, in one last fearful, crying attempt to salvage the evening's frustrated scribblings he snatched from his own fist-felled pile the inklings' dribbles, a once crumpled napkin with words not of his own pen, words recanting, wanting, chanting again, more powerfully now in his mind... in his heart. where their prophecy still breathed with life. But he suffered then, even as now, acknowledging the then he once again begins his search for her spirit which he felt might flutter in this starry night as he recalled the voice that was left on this crumpled napkin, "Thy destiny this eve shines bright Given thy brilliant light, Prophecy fulfilled not of one dream But in midnight streets find destiny's beam." He stood, having found those crumpled words, and, holding them to his chest, near his heart, he left the cafe of a writer's dream. Indeed, it was this, as much as she was part of this Cornerstone, for this pivotal turning point was his own story, as he had once, with ambitions of Arthur, had joked with her, that he would someday wear the mantle of "authorhood," but now, now he was wanting, even though once willing to keep that prophecy of his night dreams from fulfillment, for fear is a mighty weight from receiving, but now, now he wanted to know. Was it too much to rekindle his desire of all the gifts she would set free, for he wanted, now, all of those necessities he had put aside, all of the art of her in his arms, again, but it took him to admit, suddenly, a certain defeat, in this truth of wanting more. Wanting her. So, by instinct, by, prophecy? he followed steps by a movement not his to find his heart which as long ago stolen by hers. He looked up at golden street lights which hid evening stars, they being as high as cinnamon moths might fly, and began again his search through hazy city streets, and tree lined deserted avenues, in pursuit of a prophecy yet to be fulfilled, wondering does she know still the beat of my heart? His own footsteps seemed to sooth him as if with each step he took, she would somehow know of his presence, and be drawn closer to his flame. He peered into city shops, dark shadows whispering of destiny's hour Except that one, across the street. Lit only by a glimmer's ray his feet feel cemented abruptly as if confused by which way to go... for this curious shop he could not recall having seen before in his many writer's walks on those late night forays, so many steps he trod in fruitless effort to break word blockages. Some hand upon his back let him move himself toward the weathered shop, where he found his gaze returned by an old woman, in flowing crimson. Chills trickled through his veins as if a season of summer suddenly changed to another time, a past winter, in swift movement, throwing him back in time, enough so that he unconsciously shook off the bitter chill. Then, as if a veil had been lifted, he clearly watched as the old teller of fortunes a prophet of destiny? held a round clear orb toward the window's glass revealing within an image of his auburn princess moth in crystal clarity. Perhaps he blinked once, or twice, but when he went to look into the seer's face, all he saw was his own reflection in the shop's window. And then a reflection, a second, for a soft flutter began to beat in his heart, as a hand reached to his neck, and he turned to see her, no longer an apparition but his exquisite cinnamon beauty creature of flesh, no spirit this, for she was sans wings, as blue in blue their eyes held. A universe sighs a silent breath when prophecies are fulfilled. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (06-19-2003 10:50 AM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ah... nicely done.. once again.. you weave this through the mystic and the poetic to a place that dreams could be true... I am impressed you two... very impressed with this series of well woven pieces. Quite impressed indeed. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Masterfully woven tale of prophetic proportions!  Both the story and the writing of it, were wonderful! Warm hugs to you both! Linda |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Bravo ladies!! This is magnificent! Wonderful follow-up to the third penning. I'm very much enjoying your blending of words. ~Hugging you both, Nancy~ |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Impressive for sure, but this series is so much more than that! Every thought flows into the other so beautifully. Encore, encore~ Absolutely lovely, ladies. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
He looked up at golden street lights which hid evening stars, they being as high as cinnamon moths might fly, and began again his search through hazy city streets, and tree lined deserted avenues, in pursuit of a prophecy yet to be fulfilled, wondering does she know still the beat of my heart? His own footsteps seemed to sooth him as if with each step he took, she would somehow know of his presence, and be drawn closer to his flame. ======================= OH YES...the moth is smiling........ held a round clear orb toward the window's glass revealing within an image of his auburn princess moth in crystal clarity. Perhaps he blinked once, or twice, but when he went to look into the seer's face, all he saw was his own reflection in the shop's window. And then a reflection, a second, for a soft flutter began to beat in his heart, as a hand reached to his neck, and he turned to see her, no longer an apparition but his exquisite cinnamon beauty creature of flesh, no spirit this, for she was sans wings, as blue in blue their eyes held. A universe sighs a silent breath when prophecies are fulfilled. ========================= Moth prophecies burn eternally... the flame cant be extinguished.  And you two? NEVER NEVER lay those pens down...this is exceptional inspiration. Superb story telling poety ladies... the imagery and detail is excellent... the intensity and emotive express is heaven... MOTH heaven. you will already know these will be tucked away for late night reading by candles flicker. No matter what the differences No matter what the cost When words become our weapons ... All that's beautiful is lost. DeVante' [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (06-19-2003 01:43 PM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Girls...yo girls.....you are really getting toooo good at this....Had the old man shedding a tear and a few sighs during these last two parts.... You have no idea how I feel like I am there in that scene....HIM.... of course I am not....but that is how I felt as I read it.... You inspired me to write a few lines....as they would have been from him.... Here: Merry Christmas.... Most of three score years dragging behind on that dusty trail through endless, winding canyons of words, some learned, some often left, buried in the quagmire of a Funk and Wagnalls in overdrive….furrowing the brow as.. He ponders the elusiveness of what the eyes gaze captured before the duhhhhh bled into his cup of vanilla flavored ‘ccino… Elusive as a mist blending into the fog of mind upon the wake….merely a dream.. certainly not more….certainly not… as the final black driplets of a pen flow in stutter steps of Iamb upon the crimson dyed screen of a poet struggling to release what is held yet slipping away…into writer’s block…or is it Alzheimer’s? |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
LOVED these so much! SO glad I got to read them!  |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
no longer an apparition but his exquisite cinnamon beauty creature of flesh, no spirit this, for she was sans wings, But, I feel like I have wings....or I am floating...or something magical. You two are an amazing duo! Wonderful. Chris |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Well girls, I ended this reading loaded with goose bumps. You have truly touched this heart. This is going straight into the file with its three partners. I am in awe... May I brag of being friends with the author of this series? Huh, can I? If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
An amazing duo indeed... Bravi! Patricia and Karilea.... I applaude you on an exquisite piece. adding to my library. Maree  |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
So as the number one fan of this series I am offering the following links in order to expedite even more responses. Prophecy - Part 1 Prophecy - Part 2 Prophecy - Part 3 Prophecy - Part 5 If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Another great part of the poem! ARCTIC WIND |
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