Strokes of moonlight smother the inflorescent whispers of the smoke bush –
fighting, but wavering against twilight’s ghostly dreams, it drapes the water, pondering depth and death,
and, whereupon streaks of my childhood run wildly ‘til they bleed into the perfect pink wash – disrupted only briefly by daubs of my more morbid notions –
a thousand indigo butterflies dotted like inky death become pinned to the eerie flatness of still water and life –
finally, my drowning memories are absorbed by stagnant fluid – the whispers are hushed in the black, dead air where mosquitoes live instead, and for the first time, I begin to thrive.
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8 thoughts on “Dreaded Whispers”
Beautifully descriptive this carries an air of acceptance and growth – shadows cannot haunt us in the darkness. We’ll crafted.
The tags alone should have told me that I was going to find my way here. What utterly exquisite imagery you’ve weaved together here. The dream-like ethereal qualities do not pull away from the cyclical life-death-rebirth imagery that you’ve appeared to center upon, rather it strengthens those emotional qualities with a sort of – I don’t know how best to put it – surrealist sensibility. My jealousy grows, but so does my love for this work. I am as Salieri.
Beautifully descriptive this carries an air of acceptance and growth – shadows cannot haunt us in the darkness. We’ll crafted.
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Thank yo, Chris for your thoughts and you’re much valued words.
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Always a pleasure.
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Clearly that should read ‘well crafted’ !
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The tags alone should have told me that I was going to find my way here. What utterly exquisite imagery you’ve weaved together here. The dream-like ethereal qualities do not pull away from the cyclical life-death-rebirth imagery that you’ve appeared to center upon, rather it strengthens those emotional qualities with a sort of – I don’t know how best to put it – surrealist sensibility. My jealousy grows, but so does my love for this work. I am as Salieri.
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Spoiled again, such words. Thank you, Masa. I love the Salieri reference and I’ll take that.
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That was absolutely beautiful.
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Thank you, Kelly and for reading.
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