Ice-cold desolation washes over me as I see the sand, blowing in waves across the cracked, deserted tarmac. And icy fingers tug at my hair, tearing and tangling the once smooth facade, while a bolt of lightning rips through the black storm clouds rushing this way... a world transformed in the blink of an eye, gone are the sunny skies and the impression of summer, removed in an instant by the harsh force that's winter's grip on my heart.
...bitter the taste of wasted years
spent in a state of illusion,
craftily woven with marked intent,
promises windblown and broken.
picture: http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/111719741_7fd9b161a9.jpg
50 cool comments:
i like the way you wrote this , dynamic and deep.
I loved these moviments.
As usual on the same page Shadow. Now if we do not stand and take the bolts of ice and lightening we leave them for our children to be enslaved by. I for one am not willing to do that.
cool... cold...
Oh my great writing. The photo is definitely part of the scene you describe. "...across the cracked, deserted tarmac." Great choice of words.
In real life I cannot allow myself to think of years wasted. Just my way of getting to where I am now. But leaving my own feelings out of it, I can appreciate the words and the sentiment of this post.
this is painful to read...the heart is the way of our world and will dictate the weather...piercing imagery...
Shadow Dancing...
So nice to have you and your great imagry back.
And as the world now passes in shrill sounds of the storm, there is little of time that passes, as if time itself has stopped. I'll wait indoors till its over.
Nice one!
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Wow..this is so gorgeous. I reread some of these lines 3 times because not only are they beautiful to read but their meaning is wonderful.
Incredibily deep. I could hear Kansas playing, "Dust in the Wind" in the background of my mind. (Hugs)Indigo
Even illusions have their purpose. Protecting us from something we are not ready to see not strong enough to face the truth.
Those intents always deceive, too. But we can try and recapture them... and make them work to our advantage.
Nevine
Very deep...and vivid expressions you got there.
Those "Windblown" states that everybody passes through can really chill, the freeze can sometimes reach deep.
I am just glad is appears you might start posting more frequently again. Cause I know I tore through here carrying a fiercely freezing storm, and left patchy freezing fog. Wished I would have recognized what I was dragging with me.
I see the air field and you standing there in a yellow dress. Then the wind picks up and blows but you are steady like a rock, beautiful and sparkling like a star in the nights sky. Whom ever broke the bond lost out on true love.
I like the way you did this. It really pulls you in.
What a visual and descriptive feeling you gave me. I just got back from Mark's blog (The Walking Man) and I'm noticing a lot of poems dreading the winter correlating with their own feelings. I love love loved this!
Shadow, thanks for your thoughts. It takes me aback sometimes when I realize that you are going into fall and we are going into spring.
beautiful, shadow! just beautiful - and yes, bitter the taste of wasted yesteryears spent in...illusion...
love this -
shads
thank God for the wind
promises broken usually just fall to
the ground where we trip and bleed from their shards
lovely piece
~rick
Wow!!
Loved your blog and poems too :)
Full of wonderful meaning!!
Keep Writing dear ..
Check my blog!
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Bitter the taste of waste....
If there is a final judgment, I have heard it will be not so much "What did I do..." but rather "What did I NOT do".
PEACE, my SA blog-friend!
Brilliant prose and equally brilliant verse. What more could anyone want?
Brrrrrr Painfully stabbing to the cores of my heart. Wind can cut like a knife at times. Blessings to you Shadow.
This was so beautiful.
So deep..
I feel cold just by reading this. That's a sign of a successful piece of literature; provoking an emotion within a reader. :)
Incredible Shadow. I can read this and then re-read it over and over and get different 'scenarios' of life's ups and downs. Excellent work.
I've been darned busy this week, and this is now a time I finally set aside visiting my blogging buddies!!!
Hope your day has been filled with all kinds of good stuff! Thanks for visiting me this past week!
Like Hootin' Annie, I also find a different 'take on this. Right now I'm saying (to me!) There are no 'wasted' years. With out what I call wasted, I'd never have found what I now see and know. Happiness without my blood diluted with alcohol, and a program to STAY this way!
Wasted, maybe, to some...but I believe God knows--always knew--what God is doing!
You write beautifully as usual. Soon that "icy" stuff (both meanings!) will be history, as other seasons take its place.
Love and PEACE!
oh man! i can feel that cold... just like out here all day... going down to -19C tonite BRRRRRRRRRRRRR
beautiful Shadow beautiful...
the cold will also go
Another gem! The sequel with your poem won't be out till 2012. Had to rewrite the book!
Great writing. Awesome pictue.
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Your words have touched me deeply as always...there is no way to control the weather, outside or inside, but we can learn to observe it and experience it for what it is...wait it out, trusting that it will change again.
I can feel the wind blow.
A reminder for me to erase the day, and awake blissful and innocent in the early morn.
Cheers!
illusions and delusions...ah, it's bitter looking back sometimes.
I feel like ruuning over there with some steaming hot coffee (if you dont drink) or booze (if you do) and jamming some tnes to fire the place up a little. Drummers are a scarce breed where i am.
i like your writing, i can tell you put a lot into it.
You can take a look at my blog if you want to. I hvent decided if its cool or not to put links in posts ...maybe just the first time to make it easier so..just this once for you in case you have the time or interest to take a peek at my poetry blog thanks:)
Crying With A Sense Of Human
((((Shadow)))))
grim and bleak, but very poetic! Gotto go back to poetry:(
Found you at Clarissa's blog:)
Your visuals and the text with that are very captivating.
So nice to be back here with your beautiful poems.
After being hacked repeatedly, our blog hijacked, we finally moved it elsewhere. Here's the new spot:
www.synchrosecrets.com/synchrosecrets
Trish
superbf quality of melancholy.
Splendid
Ohh Godd, the picture is so disturbing.. screams 'lonely'.. !!
See the power of positive thinking within you. God bless you
Where ARE you??
Missing your poems.
Trish
www.synchrosecrets.com/synchrosecrets
Shadow - its been a long time...hope to see you back soon :)
wishes,
devika
Just checking you out here, girl! Guess one has to be a Face Book Wiz to find what you're up to? I'll get over there tomorrow, and leave some sort of insane remark...............
PEACE, V!
Amazing - so percfectly intense.
that looks like the windswept house from the film Shipping News..
Very nice ... deep deeper deepest
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