Determination of Tomato Vines

Scattered thoughts I jotted into my notebook whilst sitting on a swingset outside last night.

 May 24 2010, 7:01 PM

It's wet. The previous rain has left a soft dew on nature's skin that clings to all that touches it. Blades of grass are pasted to my bare feet with Her sweat, the green a striking verdant against pale white flesh.

Birds cluster in ever nearby tree, singing merely out of vanity to hear their own singsong voices.

What is it like to be a bird? Many a human ponder this. They envy the wings of a bird and never look far beyond that.

To take wing and float amongst the winds would be exhilarating, almost anyone could agree with that. But to hide away from hunters' guns and sing all the time�"and to whom do they sing? Themselves. To hear themselves. Is it vanity...or loneliness? Are birds lonely?

And they fear everything. Instinctively they are spooked by anything and everything. Their ancestors' DNA made sure of this.

Alas, to be a bird would not be the most pleasant experience.

I hear voices. They are a distance away, with a swagger among them. Male, teenage. Young. I probably know or know of them.

I have a terrible headache. It has been an ongoing, relentless pain that begun whilst DJ-ing for my brother's gymnastics meet one day prior.

I look at the greenery of this world. How beautiful it all is. I can see the vines as they progress up stakes in the ground, determined to be miles high. If only humans had the determination of a tomato vine. We would all strive to be happy, successful people who feared nothing.

But we are more like dew drops. So fragile, so transient. I watch drops slide off the hard plastic of the swing beside me. As they hit the ground, they break into a million pieces, like a heart. They'll only last a few hours, and they'll evaporate and reembark on their journey, traveling heavenward. Like reincarnation. They'll return to Earth again in a different form.

Such a mismatched couple I see. A crow circles about a mourning dove in flight, swooping in a flamboyant mating dance. I can see the dove flitting away, and I can almost hear her disgustedly frantic thoughts. The gaunt crow pursues her, but soon gives up and turns the other way.

Like a human, the crow lacks the determination of a vine.

Reviews

[Hamkar]

I was watching a movie during reading, and at the moment I was reading this it had solemn music playing and it was very fitting for this piece I felt. All these words have truth I find. But not completely, we can't make general ussumptions on humans because there will be someone as determined as a tomato vine. Great Job!

[Brandon]

I thought this was a beautiful write. you captured every emotion perfectly, keep up the good work and don't stop writing!!!!!!!

[(Super) Heroes Never Di..]

Your writing never ceases to amaze me. You just have a fantastic way of using imagery and capturing emotions and sights. You have a unique style, and I love everything of yours I read, this included. Good job.

[Jennifer Pennington]

This was an excellent piece of writing. I felt like i was practically walking right beside you. Keep it up!

[Bella-Marie]

What a beautiful piece. I loved the description. Great, no, awesome work!