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A Beautiful Desertion
Contributed by
eatfresh22
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Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 02:33:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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The rapid chopper blades spun in the same panging fashion as my pounding heart. I looked out toward the water and saw an approaching island, drenched in green with a distinct spot of yellow, brightening the excited gleam in my eyes. A chill of anxious anticipation warped my body. My gaze remained fixed on my destination below, and I began to feel a slight descent toward that lovely paradise.
It was where beauty thrived and replenished itself. The waves were bluer and clearer at the same time. The sand whiter and softer. The trees more graceful, more relaxed. And that spot of yellow drew me in. What was it?
Later, a moment, or perhaps an eternity, the helicopter landed, and I stepped onto the grounds of Eden. My Eden. Without a watch on my wrist, time was no longer an adversary. It was in that first step, in that moment, that the freedom of it all betook me. It thrilled me, and were it not so beautiful, it would have splashed me with momentary fright. The winding trail I followed heightened my sense of curiosity. It was an exploration all my own. So I continued, lost in thoughts of beauty, seized with the scent of life.
The sun was just beginning to sink. The most enchanting time of day-- just before sunset. In a sweep of the eye, I found the patch of yellow I'd seen from the sky. Unsure of what it was, I made my way over to it. I stopped. Just stood. Yellow roses encompassed me. Everywhere I looked the joyful yellow glowed. Yellow roses-- my favorite. Each petal glistened. It was surreal, the essence of sublimity.
And these gorgeous flowers pleasantly led me to my own cottage on this secluded island. Inside, I still felt the beauty of the great outdoors with windows for walls, the ocean but a glance away. Blazing in orange, the sun teasingly dipped closer to the horizon. I floated outside to see the daily miracle of the sunset. I played with the soft sand between my toes as I watched the rhythmic, rolling tide. Stars shyly peeked from the inky heavens, until they confidently shone in glittering brillance.
Night magically passed, and I excitedly watched Day take over--an exchange I'll never forget, for in my dreams, I've never left that beautiful desertion.
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Re: A Beautiful Desertion
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by Fionndruinne on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 02:48:14 AM AEST
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Well now, this is fine prose, o thou of the sarcastic mood. *winks*
I like it very much, for the mystic sense of beauty, and p'raps even more the vivid detail. Your words are well-picked, everywhere.
Nicely done!
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Re: A Beautiful Desertion
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by Archie on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 02:57:27 AM AEST
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| This is a great poem. It seems like a great place to visit. |
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Re: A Beautiful Desertion
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by Wachumiri on
Tuesday, 30th August 2005 @ 08:20:53 AM AEST
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Beautiful, Carrie. May you visit this place often. In dreams by night, but mostly those by day.
It was very... discriptive. Really cool.
Take care, my friend.
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