The nymph’s heart was full of secrets, brimming, adverse weeds, sprouts and saplings twisting and turning for daylight, seeking absolution for each wicked stem, for every satin, dewy petal, for the bloom, the blossoming, of their strife and anguish. They never tumbled from her mouth, never pierced the broken chords of light, never shattered or transpired into the air, stored and locked away into the shambled collection of her wonder, of her enigma, of her ethereal bliss and composure. So many others climbed a vast collection, a wandering paradise of runes, specious mysteries and enshrined fortifications, and because she shared slivers and fragments of past armaments, of clandestine cloaks and daggers, of reveries splintered and wayfaring, of ghosts and wraiths and clattering, webbed invocations, she queried for little. She worried, pondered and gathered to assuage, to soothe, to mend, but not to pry, not to shame, not to humiliate, caressing with amiable strands, stroking with affable melodies and tender embraces of generosity and beneficence. If this meant that she’d be forgotten in their world of debauchery, treachery and danger, that she’d be cast aside in the weary trenches and gallows, if her soul, her memory, became lost to the trenchant eaves and the scarring corridors, then perhaps, her gifts, her bestowals and offerings would be remembered in the icy apertures, in the glacial walls, in the high-rising peaks. Lena gave benevolent, refined pieces of her essence, woven threads of her grandeur, opulence, dedication and musing, to the earth she strode on; impassioned dances to Thresholds, crooning decibels to heal and nurture the despairing, ardent, awakening hope in the forlorn and desolate. If she was not to be recalled in the future, then perhaps her nameless fixture would be a solidified accompaniment to the stars, to the constellations, to the rime and icicles, fervor, ardor, vigor, enthusiasm and ebullience. Maybe her hymns and hums would alight to the wavering bird songs, exist in their sonnets, in their stanzas and lyrics, blend into their harpsichord raptures and fly gallantly into the winds’ ruffian, stalwart pursuits, pixie, jovial, fairy whims and fey capriciousness. Or, she too, like so many others, could falter to the loam as mere dust and decay, another passing spirit embarking on a journey to heaven’s end, disregarded, giving naught but the incredulous distinction of faltering, flickering aspirations and ambitions. Lena</style> |
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Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Carnesîr - 09-29-2013, 05:23 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Lena - 09-29-2013, 05:57 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Carnesîr - 09-30-2013, 08:21 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Lena - 10-04-2013, 06:03 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Carnesîr - 10-05-2013, 02:40 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Lena - 10-05-2013, 04:48 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Carnesîr - 10-05-2013, 06:53 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Lena - 10-06-2013, 07:18 AM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Carnesîr - 10-06-2013, 04:00 PM
RE: Sharing tears, exchanging legends - by Lena - 10-12-2013, 02:48 PM
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