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Naming the World
Contributed by
cetblue
on
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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