(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)
It was his path of spontaneous creation and crushing doom
A way that had for passengers the siblings, hope and despair
This was the trail where blazing light merged into fearful gloom
Imparting the quintessential lessons of life, whether bitter or fair.
On many days he had walked holding her hands with a spirit unshackled
While on other days he was the solitary reaper, walking towards a destination unknown
The woods had reverberated with their laughter, so pure and unburdened
The trees now bear testimony to his screams of pain which in intensity have grown.
The whispering wind carries with it a treasure trove of tales so tantalizing to parse
The beaten tracks hide within their ruts the power of a thousand possibilities and myths;
Trees gnarled and twisted under whose shade he lay with her counting the shiny stars
He still continues stumble along the path and its widths.
(Word Count: 150)
Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #10 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.
7 comments
Fantastic imagery here. And I love how you’ve echoed the photo’s stark contrast with your own contrasting pairs.
Thank you so much!
Powerful writing; the kind that sticks with you for a while Nicely done!
Thank you so much for your immeasurably kind and encouraging words!
Thank you for sharing your words. 🙂
Happened to browse through your splendid website and stumbled across a candid Proust Questionnaire. Coincidentally I also had taken a stab at this, bolstered by a swig (or two) of Scotch! Here goes the outcome. Pardon the disappearance of the pictures due to some inexplicable vagaries of technology! https://blogternator.com/2018/06/11/the-proust-questionnaire-a-personal-effort/
Thank you venkyninja! I enjoyed reading your answers to the Proust Questionnaire.