My voice may very well be failing me, just when I thought I was on to something. I'm trying, and I don't think it matters, because in the end, trying might not lead to anything at all, and I will be miserable still. Somebody help me find my feet. I am not good enough on my own, not yet, I hope not for long.
All the Wounded Ones Home
© Rachel C
The clouds are lying low on one side of the house; low, gray, foreboding rain, and thunder in the distance. But on the other side, streaming in through the blind-covered windows, sun streaks the living room floor. Where is the sun coming from, where are the clouds going, are they traveling together? The sun fades, then brightens, fades, the lights the floor again. The clouds are winning the back and forth battle, or the sun is standing strong. I am watching it play out on the living room floor: bright sunshine, dark clouds, shiny light, twisted shapes. Back and forth, back and forth...I feel so back and forth, pulled and pushed, and prodded and poked toward every direction. The clouds are being shaped by the wind, pushing them farther away, molding them into greater, bolder masses, darkening the sky, creating thunder. The sun is victim to the spinning of the Earth. She’ll sink, they’ll blow away, she’ll rise, they’ll build with evaporation, with accumulation of everything she’s created. And I have no doubt that I will sit here, sit here and watch it play out on the living room carpet.
The clouds have overtaken the sky. I suppose, if just for a moment, I can let my emotions settle.
April 3, 2007
Author's Note: I don't think I have anything to say...I think I am slumping, I think I need some work.
The clouds are lying low on one side of the house; low, gray, foreboding rain, and thunder in the distance. But on the other side, streaming in through the blind-covered windows, sun streaks the living room floor. Where is the sun coming from, where are the clouds going, are they traveling together? The sun fades, then brightens, fades, the lights the floor again. The clouds are winning the back and forth battle, or the sun is standing strong. I am watching it play out on the living room floor: bright sunshine, dark clouds, shiny light, twisted shapes. Back and forth, back and forth...I feel so back and forth, pulled and pushed, and prodded and poked toward every direction. The clouds are being shaped by the wind, pushing them farther away, molding them into greater, bolder masses, darkening the sky, creating thunder. The sun is victim to the spinning of the Earth. She’ll sink, they’ll blow away, she’ll rise, they’ll build with evaporation, with accumulation of everything she’s created. And I have no doubt that I will sit here, sit here and watch it play out on the living room carpet.
The clouds have overtaken the sky. I suppose, if just for a moment, I can let my emotions settle.
April 3, 2007
Author's Note: I don't think I have anything to say...I think I am slumping, I think I need some work.