My gluttonous hands run across the form captured in film, laying prostrate along a deep ravine.
when once, long ago, life happened.
Left to scatter in time’s cell.
Captive to its bars, fences and less discovered seal.
An innocence beautifully framed
In the notes of a desert scene.
The vineyards’ vines holding close what it held very dear - Passion with which we allowed it to love.
Passage through the sun-divided greenery, scratching at our arms and hearts.
Love affair, Lolita, with nature’s grace.
we had no need to word each emotion.
Each step taken in requisition for land lulled by the evening shadows,
Cast by the only clock we followed.
Coming seasons scent the leaves, while our omniscient cobalt sky Dances in the heat waves
Beneath our legs and between strands of hair.
About the Creator
Christine
I currently reside in NC, born and raised in WA. I’m a mother, a software manager, a lover of nature and a writer. My greatest hope is to bring peace, love and compassion to the world my children will inherit.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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Beautifully written! I don’t remember the last time I read something so capturing. The words you chose depict the perfect combination of passion, beauty, and sound. Please keep posting!