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Naming the World
Contributed by
cetblue
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Friday, 24th September 2010 @ 09:03:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Naming the World
Often in her daydreams she would catch a ride on a storm. All it took was one look out the wide, glass window dripping with raindrops on a gray Tuesday.
A flash of lightning partnered with a clap of thunder and she was off up in the clouds, her head spinning from lack of oxygen and her heart pumping with the inexplicable thrill.
All around her the winds would buffet against her mortal skin, recognizing the outsider. The wild rain propelled her forward - shooting, spinning, colliding with clouds and ricocheting off of thunder.
Freedom, whispered the nameless winds, free free free. Was it enough? Would it satisfy her to simply sweep across a storm, loosen her grip upon the bizarre, worldly emotion that bound her to the earth?
No For in the eye of the storm, the tumultuous tempest was no more. A silver-streamed sky flushed with the fervor of the rushing rains gave way to a pale blue morning humming with the mere affectation of true strength and spirit.
This calming patch of sapphire could not contain her, for she had fused with the essence of her storm Its terrible joy and anger and beauty filled her with life and splendor. She shattered that small piece of sunshine struggling to soothe the uproar and dove back into the turbulent heavens.
Nature burned through her as passionate fire; her eyes outshone the stars. If she reached only a few inches, she could cup the moon in her palm, or simply tilt her face and drink the moonlight.
As the winds twisted and stretched her body, she would spread across the entire Earth as a massive blanket of sky, and light, and shadow, tiny enough to whirl through the air as a single, perfect raindrop. She was her powerful, perfect storm, and seized the world as she liked; she was a soft and gentle breeze, and rode the back of a single piece of grass blown across the sea.
If she reached out she could trap a strip of lightning in her fist, then watch as it spiraled down to the Earth and back again before her lungs even had the chance to struggle for another breath.
With a blink of an eye and a twist of a wind she would dance across the skies to distant, ancient lands. She could feel the oceans below her churning with every emotion she knew, and several for which she had no name.
In this moment, she could call to the universe and the universe would reply in a thousand joyful greetings, in perfect, harmonious song. In this moment, she could name the world.
And then she blinked, and turned her head away from the window, her daydream already lost in a sea of thoughts of work, number two pencils, and dental appointments.
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Re: Naming the World
(User Rating: 1 ) by evah2121 on
Friday, 24th September 2010 @ 10:27:07 PM AEST (User
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You're a great poet with great ideas, this poem was very enjoyable (: Remember to keep writing and don't be discouraged if you get a rude comment. |
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Re: Naming the World
(User Rating: 1 ) by northernlights on
Saturday, 25th September 2010 @ 02:22:34 AM AEST (User
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The emotional journey of connecting with the storm, high sensitivity, wonderful imagination, leaving the warmth of recognition of those who journey through life in this way |
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