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Common Bond

Contributed by iodinelove on Sunday, 29th July 2007 @ 02:20:48 PM in AEST
Topic: surreal



The awning of the flat-plastic brown trailer stood bravely in the raging rains, stood noble in the shifting winds that scattered the world from its trees and drew from the empty sockets of sun the looming shadow of the sky.
Though it loved its nature and its place and held loyally to its thin iron railing, that in turn held fast to the great granite step, it fell- and as all things, it fell to the very depths of sorrow and cried out, and its voice was a soft creak splintered by the crackling thunder.

It is within the confines of my imagination to find in the awning-found in the muddy remains of an old trailer-my own failure. What good is nobility when you are never seen, what good the love of nature and place if you are plucked easily from your roots?
We, all of us, are shared a common bond, a bond unbroken by ideal and morality, a bond that comes uncannily to our imaginations, that siphons from our thoughts the ability to see, a bond that we fear.
It is the bond of our sameness, and in that, we have come to hate it.

Let us hope that our differences undermine the atrocities done in the presences of our likeness.





Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2007-07-29 14:20:48]
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Re: Common Bond (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 29th July 2007 @ 04:29:52 PM AEST
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Good work, my friend.
huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: Common Bond (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Monday, 30th July 2007 @ 08:54:44 AM AEST
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Wonderful work. Very reflective on life and the things that we live among and the symbolism of relating that to life itself....or so there lies my interpretation....well done.




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