Dreaming

 

  A blue afternoon obscured by the mechanical sounds of a lawnmower. Lush, green grass is chopped in half by the dominating blade. Pain rises through its stem, but it still stands strong; it still grows. And the sun still takes charge in the sky

 

  If everyone could be as grass we would never fail. Love would avenge our souls and present us with a second chance, but our hearts aren't strong enough to endure the pain a mechanical object inflicts.

 

  We are stronger in large numbers. How that is, I am still trying to understand. My brain is processing the information, wheels are turning, churning at their best, but it never seems to click within me. Pain is pain whether or not you are protected. You will get hurt; it is inevitable.

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  As the leaves fall, my mind brings forth that awful summers eve when the lives of green grass were being shortened at the head. I remember the emotions of that day, but now leaves are being pushed around by something less menacing. A rake. It's very common in households, but just as poison is scary, the rake is inferior to the leaves. IF they could run, there would be a swarm of them running away.

 

  This icy cold win rips through my clothes. As of now, the leaves and grass are dead. The once lush, green blades died long ago. It has been months since I've seen its rich color. The lack of boldness dims my aura, but also the cold, plainness of life has renewed my soul. Ice crystals dangle from truck fenders and traffic lights. It sometimes drips with an empty plopping sound. My mouth twitches into a smile at this sound.

 

  Under the stars, I drift off to sleep, wondering where you are high up in the indigo sky. My eye lids flutter as a camera would shutter, but I see no flash. All that passes through my vision are happy, vintage, independent thoughts. 

 

Summer is upon me now. The crickets sing loudly, welcoming me to lush, green grass.

 

Reviews

[Jen Marks]

I love your imagery, like; "blue afternoon" and "indigo sky."
I also love the line; "Ice crystals dangle from truck fenders and traffic lights."
Nice, quick change of seasons, & nice picture, too! :)

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[Jinelly]

i agree with everyone
everything has been said but i must review and say that i loved it as well :]

[lindsay]

I think all there was to say has been said. You are very talented and have a gift for writing. The messages and images you conveyed are so beautiful to me. Wonderful job!

[Jemma]

Well I cant really add anymore. I think the review below said it all. The imagery in this was so impressive. I had this picture in my head and it didnt disapear for a long time after I finished reading it. It flowed beautifully and there was such a depth to it. I don't think I will be forgetting this for a long time. Great write. You show a lot of emotion with your writing. You left me amazed.

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Yeah indeed, if we were just grass, we wouldn't care about the pain inflicted to us .. but as the grass continues to grow, it also shows that we too we'll get over our sorrows and move on .. I also loved the imagery here, associating us to grass, which is fragile at the same time, just like us - who feel pain and as you say, which is inevitable .. We are surely stronger but no matter what, even a little word can sometimes prove fatal and cause a heart break or a hurtful feeling. I loved the way you described the withering grass and dead leaves referring to a state of despair .. and you've drawn it perfectly with dark, cold words and images. The end, on the other end, seems to have a turn, where the dead comes to life - a new hope is raised. I retain something out of this - there are ups and downs in life .. if one day you find yourself on the edge of a desperate despair, don't be discouraged, your sun will rise - as it is said, every cloud has a silver lining ... I loved this written piece of yours ..