I feel you are striking into new territory... A new panel of metaphors and design... A change of seasons in this onset of winter and his aftermath...
Anyway, I felt frigid, standing in the skeletal remains of a forest built from sad memories that can't be changed, even in dreams... he, is gone... and what remains of she, is broken, yet embryonic... My visions from this portrait of loss that you have so vividly drawn...
You can really be extremely creative without losing any of the emotional element.
Your words sent chills up my spine as the heartbreak found its resting place under a layer of snow.
I feel you are striking into new territory... A new panel of metaphors and design... A change of seasons in this onset of winter and his aftermath...
Anyway, I felt frigid, standing in the skeletal remains of a forest built from sad memories that can't be changed, even in dreams... he, is gone... and what remains of she, is broken, yet embryonic... My visions from this portrait of loss that you have so vividly drawn...
It is a cold day when the heart breaks, regardless of what the temperature is outside. Winter grips us and chills us. Our minds always tend to move in reverse, searching for the early signs that we missed, grasping for reasons and perhaps the "What could we have done to prevent this?" But as that snow melts and the ground thaws, we see in the gardens of life a new sign that shows us...maybe it is better this way. There will always be new gardens to tend and always winters to deal with...maybe the next winter will not be so harsh.
Beautiful Sarah, once again I sit amazed at what I read from your pen. May you always have an unending supply of ink.
Your imagery of a dying relationship are chilly and vivid. You've picked a perfect month where the dying is slow and painful and there is no force on earth that can change the outcome:
like a child, I cannot force the letters to commit
they will not become something they never were
no matter how many ways I rearrange them
they are the pale bones of an obsolete history
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you, my friend!
Those hymns are the songs, that you feel luv..... they are important...
I love the way your new writing set's you so little, through the eyes of a child,
I know from out of my own writing, being best - friends with your inner little is great.
She has always to say something to you, and to warn you as signs for the big bad world...
That's what I felt here.
Beautiful metaphor my sweet friend, you rock at that....
"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski
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