Post by Halethala on Aug 13, 2004 7:24:02 GMT -5
I've finally been able to write about what I've been immersed in these past weeks . . I'll just let the imagery hint at it, and spare any details . .
(I find it interesting that the word “current” when speaking of a river, carries a far different meaning than the other use of the word, though I suppose if you are carried along on the current, things do seem to remain the same ~ at least, the river seems to. But once you set foot on shore, the “current” becomes the “past” and the “future” . . I've chosen nearly every word with careful symbolism)
Oblivious, cheery Mallards dragged their churlish V’s along the camouflage surface that flowed below me. The settling sun glinted and bounced off the rubble of current that rippled and then vanished around a distant bend. I had seen past it before. I knew there was more beyond . . .
Only four years hence, my feet would have been awash had I stood there, the furious onslaught of spring assaulting them, the sedate beauty I saw now altered beyond recognition. The small, ancient bridge had survived yet once again the force of a deadly thaw. I held it in reverence . . . honored it’s resilience. I envied it. . .
Some things are never supposed to crumble beneath us. They are to bear us up to soar above what it to what could be . . . bridges to carry us . . wings to enfold . .
But then, hers never had. . . So why, as I watch her shed tiny pieces of her humanity, one by one, do I feel such loss? As she becomes more naked, slowly stripped of the fortress of stone she had so carefully crafted to keep everyone out ~ a bastion of mystery is unveiled, and the banks of my understanding erode to foreign channels . .
As darkness steals closer, the altered landscape holds less appeal . . yet I ache even more to embrace it . .
CURRENT
(I find it interesting that the word “current” when speaking of a river, carries a far different meaning than the other use of the word, though I suppose if you are carried along on the current, things do seem to remain the same ~ at least, the river seems to. But once you set foot on shore, the “current” becomes the “past” and the “future” . . I've chosen nearly every word with careful symbolism)
Oblivious, cheery Mallards dragged their churlish V’s along the camouflage surface that flowed below me. The settling sun glinted and bounced off the rubble of current that rippled and then vanished around a distant bend. I had seen past it before. I knew there was more beyond . . .
Only four years hence, my feet would have been awash had I stood there, the furious onslaught of spring assaulting them, the sedate beauty I saw now altered beyond recognition. The small, ancient bridge had survived yet once again the force of a deadly thaw. I held it in reverence . . . honored it’s resilience. I envied it. . .
Some things are never supposed to crumble beneath us. They are to bear us up to soar above what it to what could be . . . bridges to carry us . . wings to enfold . .
But then, hers never had. . . So why, as I watch her shed tiny pieces of her humanity, one by one, do I feel such loss? As she becomes more naked, slowly stripped of the fortress of stone she had so carefully crafted to keep everyone out ~ a bastion of mystery is unveiled, and the banks of my understanding erode to foreign channels . .
As darkness steals closer, the altered landscape holds less appeal . . yet I ache even more to embrace it . .
