tranquil roaming, wind knocking against my soul.
the spaces 'neath my eyes look kissed by the lavender wings of the moths that would fly up against the stars on summer nights.
summer nights--oh, strange they should come up again, just when the scar wrapped around me became another irrelevant story. twas you! your doing. you had me in your jaws; caused me cringes in the ringing silence between clock strikes.
you made a wanderer out of me.
domesticity is no way to live when one's hands are too raw to even pick up the truth. you were too, too anchored to your reality. what call could i answer but that of transiency?
now a wanderlust beats where cowardice once lay. power in every step, though my bones have magnified and delirious perseverance is my main emotion.
it is autumn & i know i will fall with the rest.
as the leaves flame & break away, i watch: drifting to my knees, admiration on the tip of my tongue. beautiful, i sigh. beautiful.
i reach a hand up to catch their whispery caresses. things are so beautiful when they are dying, i murmur.
the earth reaches to hold me; a rustle under my head, a last rustle of my heart.
beautiful! i am beautiful!
{I don't know what this is, really. It was written one recent midnight, and I was so happy to actually have a story to tell. I think while writing, I unconsciously had in mind conversations I'd had with my friend Jessica about autumn and transiency and such.
The picture is by me, and was taken on our back porch on a lovely, lonely rainy autumn afternoon. Those are my fat feet, yes. :P}
Lovely!
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ps: your feet are not fat in the slightest :P
Thank you, sweet Ever.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Weeeell, they sure don't like to fit into normal width shoes! But my feet love you for saying that. ;)
Intriguing! This piece goes well with the music I'm listening to right now, Chopin's Nocturnes.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I am really liking A White Bird Flying. I read three chapters of it last night. :) :)
J'adore Chopin! I'm trying to learn some of his songs on the piano. So far I can only play one piece well, and... it's essentially easy, haha.
ReplyDeleteOh, good! I am so glad. I never expect people to love books the same way I do, but I'm always a little afraid they'll hate them, heh. :)
Who has written this Flying White Bird? I'd like to read as well
ReplyDeleteA White Bird Flying was written by my favourite author, Bess Streeter Aldrich. A lot of libraries don't have it, but it shouldn't be too hard to find a cheap copy used on amazon or ebay. I suppose it's a rather old-fashioned book, but I love it and it still feels more than relevant to me. :)
ReplyDeleteOh I love this! The piece immediately reminded me of our conversations. Oh how I wish I could be the narrator! If only I could be a wanderer! Also, reading 'my friend Jessica' made me so happy! I mean, someone called me their friend! It feels so great and different. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jessica! Oh, I am so glad that it did!
ReplyDeleteWell, hey - it's the truth! :) I know what you mean, though; it always gives me warm fuzzies to be referred to in such a way since it's hardly a common occurence. :)
Mmmm, beautiful. It feels very autumnal. I love the second line--the lavender moth wings.
ReplyDeletep.s. I also have feet problems. The front is wide but my heels are narrow so I walk out of any shoe that's not a sneaker or a boot. No flats or pumps for me :(. Ah well, c'est la vie!
Thank you so much, sweet Jenica. :)
ReplyDeleteUgh, that would get annoying! I think we should bring back old-timey shoemakers; they would solve all these problems!
This is haunting and stunning! I don't think of it as a physical dying, but the metaphorical type which comes with those endless waves of transformation. Just wonderful dearest, you truly have a way with words. (Midninght inspirations are the best kind, or the early morning ones that come even before the sun.)
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Oh! I just adore that interpratation! Thank you so much for your most lovely comment, Jhordyn. <3 (I regret to say I have experienced little, if any, early morning inspiration. Someday I must try to experience being an early bird.)
ReplyDeleteThose one-sentence paragraphs are just perfect. And of course the final sentence. Really, truly wonderful. Autumn does inspire such thoughts of transience, naturally.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful O_O! your words are magical! xxx
ReplyDeleteBK Punia: Thank you from the bottom of my heart, dearest. It does; I am filled to the brim with such thoughts. :)
ReplyDeleteTilly: Oh! *blush* Thank you very much! You are so kind. :)
you made a wanderer out of me.
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Just don't wander too far away from me, hehe. :)
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Exquisite Melee - really!! Really! You are a beautiful and thoughtful writer!
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you ever so much! Your comment has truly made my day significantly brighter. :)
ReplyDeleteWoah, so lovely. I can sense that essence of autumn and I like the wandering imagery. I suppose fall is almost over. It's hard to believe ;_;
ReplyDeletea lovely & evocative autumnal piece. beautiful as ever. "you made a wanderer out of me" is such a beautiful, lonely little sentence. magnificent :) xx
ReplyDeleteCloudyKim: I know! It's so sad. I don't want autumn to leave yet... :| But let me move on to a happier subject: your comment which happens to be incredibly sweet and smile-inducing. Thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteholly and the wolves Oh, thank you very, very much, lovely girl. It really is so wonderful to see you around more frequently. <3