Beginning of the End

Beginning of the End

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison
"

when I knew it was over

"

 

Full of hope

we started down this road.

But now, after

miles of brown dirt,

my feet on the dash,

warm dry air blowing

through my hair, whispering,

staring out the window,

choking down the dusty truth

this new terrain is teaching me

...I see.

 

Even before the smoke,

the long walk to town,

the deadly long stretch

of heavy silences

lent to us by the barren hills,

the blurry passing lines of trees,

and their tall, telling witness,

I knew,

that like the car we headed out in,

we would never

make it home.


© 2014 Kristina Moulaison


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All the roads, the people, the changes, the experience...The mind takes it all in and weaves it together making it beautiful. This is the completely natural telling of a change. Thoughts that swim around during transition like fish in a glass head...to be viewed in their almost natural state. I liked it alot. It struck me in a deep and hidden place.....found a familiarity picked the scab. A mighty write. I felt it.

Cheers!
FF

Posted 15 Years Ago


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words filled with an heavy silence. This one touches me deeply. Thanks for sharing...

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Kristina Moulaison

11 Years Ago

Thanks for reading! :)
You have a gift.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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AK
Nicely done, really. Kinda sad, but hopeful too. A new start... and hopefully a new car.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All the roads, the people, the changes, the experience...The mind takes it all in and weaves it together making it beautiful. This is the completely natural telling of a change. Thoughts that swim around during transition like fish in a glass head...to be viewed in their almost natural state. I liked it alot. It struck me in a deep and hidden place.....found a familiarity picked the scab. A mighty write. I felt it.

Cheers!
FF

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dear Misty,

This is a tremendous write of introspection. It has the perspective of time and wisdom. It captures a moment of clear vision and it aptly puts it down on paper. Clear distillations such as this cannot come without considerable maturity and experience in the ways of the world. Congratulations on a fine write and thank you for sharing your understanding and vision.

Kindest regards,

Rick

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vivid in it's description, one feels the moment almost as if.... A sad moment of realization beautifully written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Ana
I love reading your writing! You are amazing and very inspiring. I really like your ending "I remember knowing,that like the car we headed out in,we would nevermake it home". Theres just something about it that actually makes me smile.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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All about the moment of realization, but done so vividly and beautifully. I lived this and you've captured it perfectly. I feel that this is among your very best & I am putting it where it belongs.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem put me in that place. Great short lines packed with clear imagery. Nothing was wasted.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great poem. epiphany comes to mind. the truth often comes when we are staring out the window not seeking it.

:-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Kristina Moulaison
Kristina Moulaison

Bellingham, WA



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