Written for Language > Place blog carnival Edition #7
I tread dried leaves to reach the peak. For days I will live with a borrowed halo by the sea.
Nobody notices the abandoned gods & their offspring. Their owner must have passed & dispersed into nada. The spirits still laugh. They will not tell me the story about their rusted home, remains of a wild history. I am a drifter, passing by.
The green sprouts at every slipping moment. I inhale the flowers & the sun. If only the world would wall me in, in that radiance of time, I would be happy until a dark veil falls & stifles me forever.
I'm always haunting trees. Pacing, chanting & leaning on them when they have averted their eyes. I have yet to learn to hear them. The texture and coalescence should give me plenty of hints. But my gift is raw & I pace in muted songs.
I'm in love with a man, who appears in ink wash from a distance. On so many nights I pine for him, but it only pushes me back into life whenever he returns. He does not know of my feelings. To him I'm a runaway soul who takes him for a fool.
We should go to the seaside. Maybe he would know & I would know.
Related post: 'Wall' at Le Bleu du Ciel.
Related post: 'Wall' at Le Bleu du Ciel.
haunting + beautiful, like a lingering dream. thanks for taking me along this stream of slipping moments.
ReplyDeleteI am impressed by this, Nicole.
ReplyDeleteLovely post ;) Gotta ask, though: what's the American Cream? :)
ReplyDeletelove this: if only the world would wall me in...!
ReplyDeleteThe first line haunts, then reels me in. Gorgeous filmy piece, one of your finest. The photos do justice to your words. Peace...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. :-)
ReplyDeleteIn love with a man in ink, and then the photo... Loved this.
ReplyDeleteLovely. The graphics add enjoyment, but the words alone are worth the price of admission. It's as if you have presented us with a buffet, and we get to sample everything in little bites to come away with an impression of the whole menu, each morsel delicious and different, but somehow we can sense all have come from the hand of the same chef. Beautifully arranged and superbly expressed.
ReplyDeleteWay gorge. :)
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