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the clarion boy & the scarlet hill

A young man's POV on facing challenges

By Tim WortonPublished 5 years ago 3 min read

The boy can drum movement in a statue, His possibilities are cosmic. Land an impact like an arrow Resounding a clean clarion harmonic.

After all, his blood is made of mercury, But instead of silver it shines gold! All while retaining mercury's key property - In any challenge he can mold.

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He's elemental to his friends, The first to lead unknown skies With a brazen eye for adventure, And a panther's backbone to always try.

So new challenges mostly felt familiar Their lime mountains would lower a welcoming hand, But this time there stood one scarlet hill That proved strange to understand.

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What do you do with a scarlet hill? When somethings air feels so unnatural What's the right solution, Needed to start a new chapter's traction? ____________________________________________________

the scarlet hill

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SOLUTION noun

so·​lu·​tion | \ sə-ˈlü-shən \

Definition of solution

1a: an action or process of solving a problem

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A solution is solving a problem, yes -

But could you sail the sea and still miss its depth?

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Is a solution just the equal sign that lets two two’s equal four?

Maybe it’s your dad when he actually learns to close your door.

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Is it just binding wood to get across the ocean?

Or sharing a kind word as a warm healing potion.

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Mapping the future's road that somehow lost its way,

Sensing the volumes that just a pupil movement can say.

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Befriending lonely stars, to make colourful new norms,

Using ingenuity in unexpected forms!

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It's the hungry plant that learned to eat flies,

When the queen honeybee resolved to colonize.

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When the moon melts a moment for clearer attention,

So actions richter deliver, and not just in intention. ____________________________________________________

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It’s David’s stone that took down Goliath,

Outing the hidden details that were abit too quiet.

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Chiseling your character amidst life's selfish rush

When Rosa Parks went to sit at the front of the bus.

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It wasn’t pointing fingers when it was their fault

It's showing mercy with, God's grace and all.

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Being coconut water through a volcanic word

Calming ego's lava so true reason is heard.

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Being bold to ask like Oliver Twist,

Exploring the darkest caves - so nothing is missed.

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Not cementing an outcome, before it's time,

Letting the scene play out, then making up your mind.

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So the noise here is loud, can you speak a bit clearer?

A solution depends on who’s looking in the mirror.

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So taking a deep breath,

The clarion boy got straight to work -

Brushed his black hair backwards

With a semi-confident smirk.

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Asking for wisdom from God

When gracing scarlet unknowns;

"Start with what you love,

And the rest will seem to flow."

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and so the hill never changed from scarlet

kid clarion just grew,

that's the fantastical part

solutioned only in the new.

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________________________Outro______________________

Overtime he'd crossed 15 scarlet hills

And then the halcyon raptured.

Formed a herculean tone in his voice

But wondered, what happens after laughter?

Sometimes behind a closed door

In the eves of his mind

The one thing he couldn’t quiet engineer

Was a meaningful smile.

As real as hope, it's hard to know

what fixes the weights that sink so deep

but there can be

// someone in your corner

and God is not asleep.

no shame or need to explain

there're friends who'll move worlds to listen

have an ab tensing cry

then push you back on your mission.

don't have to speak too often

but definitely when it counts,

& just enjoy each at their other

not just money makes the world go round.

so grey is bleak but enriching

and sometimes still feels like a sunken ship,

so theres no prophetic final answer

but friends to just enjoy figuring it out with.

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performance poetry

About the Creator

Tim Worton

Texts By Timmy

If you want to "know me", know me - I'd want you to know I love magical realism, wisdom literature, songwriting, words that make you go "ooH?", sharing stories, anime & seeing people heal

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