fdelano Posted March 21, 2013 Share Posted March 21, 2013 Cruel Reality Cold winds across westward ridges push me back from northern windows, sending a shiver through my chest as real as if standing on rocks exposed by the loss of trees along the hundreds of miles shoved up by tectonic forces. My life is as a tic of the eye in view of ancient inching of masses of earth that moved gigantic rock, subject to even greater brute inevitability. My soft being cannot relate in time with olde events existing without emotion or empathy. Near hills and valleys erode and redirect in their own time without kinship to my admiration and artistic wonderings at such majesty, a one-way mentalism. Even bare black limbs ignore my angles of composition as they reach for the sky. My optimism seems misplaced-- that only the firmament will survive. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted March 21, 2013 Share Posted March 21, 2013 OMG. This moved me profoundly. The last stanza was what this is all about. Perfect. I'm absolutely stunned. my favorite (for now) of your work. Many many thanks for sharing. God 'you guys' (west coast sense of 'guys' are damned good. Juris. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted March 21, 2013 Author Share Posted March 21, 2013 Doc, color me abashed, especially from one for whose work I have great admiration. Thank you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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