Alive Again

i havent written in a long time. i needed this even if its not my best its a matter of getting back into the swing of things.

I have not seen life for a long time,

I seem to have withered and died. I cry out in

Starvation at night, as bats call and lizard’s slither

Snaking easily and almost breazily between crevices.

 

I moan and creak dried up and tired from

Lack of renewing rain. I am a dry blast of

Spirit dancing speedily and playfully across the

Cracked earth.

 

I danced and played, hurtling across the Terrain

Procrastinating only for a while to caress the twisted

Scorched skeleton of what was once a tree. I slow

Lazily and swirl around the sand dunes.

 

I carry it on me, the scent of life, It is coming it is in me

I can feel it and taste it in the deer’s tongue as it laps up

Water from a nearby pool. I can pound it, as I became the

Lion’s Paws thundering on the ground. It was coming.

 

Broiling black clouds of mercy quieted the cruel sun,

I was the jackal’s feral smile, I knew it was coming. Thunder,

Boomed and sonically smashed the heavens. Yes, I was the

Cheetah’s scar tissue, the pain announced its arrival.

 

Lightning flashed mightily across the horizon, heralding the

Great mercy of God. It was time. I was a hawk’s pinion

Cutting and shifting wind as I willed, escape was essential

For I knew, it would soon arrive.

 

It began with a glistening drop of life that fell its long distance

From the sky, I was it. I fell free but I knew it was with great

Purpose as I smashed into molecules and inhaled by The

Parched and tired earth.

 

I was not alone. My family, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles,

And ancestors all followed careening down sent by God on a mission

Of self-sacrifice in order to allow the survival of mother earth. I was

The cool rock sizzling with satisfaction as I was cooled by these free-fallers.

 

The rain poured, the thunder crashed, and the lightning did its split second

Magic trick as I smiled with satisfaction. I was but the now cool spirit

Dancing happily beneath pregnant clouds pushing the rain in every which

Way. I was the earth; I was the wind… I was alive again.

Author's Note

please review honestly as usual, thanks alot.

Reviews

[distefano 401]

really nice write. i like the descriptive vocabulary in your work, and i like how you brought nature into this piece a little.