|Blogs > rm_kevnico > Poetic Injustice|
Hmmm … the Group chat needed cleaning to wipe out some information that I don’t think the provider would have wanted available to just anyone who may drop in later. So I started writing …
A long, arching dive from the cliffs of RL into the cool waters of the virtual sea ... hmmmm.... I hope I timed the surf correctly
and a plunge ... into the surf, down to the undertow to be pulled away from the rocks ...
a turn ... and hard kicks ... upward, rising faster ...
breaking the surface in a spray of mist as the next wave starts to form it's crest ... rising like a mountain threatening to collapse upon me ...
strong strokes to the top ... struggling to peak the crest and ride the trough back down ... to gain the time needed for the crabbing return to shore
and over ... lungs near bursting as the laugher escapes ... no rocks today
an easier pace now ... side stroking so as to be able to watch the surf crashing below the cliffs ... RL in retreat ...
and the shore of Blogland fast approaching ... but the sea is cool and I have no desire to leave so soon
so over on my back ... to watch the clouds passing the sun to collect warm kisses for their journeys
allowing the currents to sweep me on ... to where the gods deem fit.
I was swept up onto the shores of Blogland some time back ... and found a comfortable place among companionable spirits ...
A wretched soul, I, that day ... only wishing to survive ... and now, hope has returned ...
I wasn't really looking beyond the day ... or for anyone or anything in particular....
and in not looking, one finds ... ones self ... in another soul
and the waters that once crusted me with bitter brine, now do cleanse ... and time ... has once again become a friend.
Currents ... pull ... one can struggle against them with ones might to a useless destination ... a senseless survival on an oft trodden shore
or ... one can give in to the tow ... and drift to new horizons, to see new lands and meet new people ...
and let fortune and chance take their course ...
the tides know their path ... as truth does, the easier course to follow ...
so one drifts ... and enjoys the sun, the cool breeze ... and the gentle surging of the waves as they wander sluggishly towards the shore
and thinks of tomorrow ... and days to come ... no longer fearing the emptiness of a vast ocean
or siren songs ...
sweet temptations of the past ... that oft turned into ugly creatures after luring one to their lair.
Clouds ... drifting their way to other lands
where the breeze commands ... they do not struggle to return to where they have already passed
and currents ... carry away the flotsam of past storms ...
kevnico has entered the room... ( dumped unceremoniously from the chatroom )
Choking and spitting out water ... a rouge wave did pass and sent me into the depths
the A F F demons reminding me that I am mortal.
Lungs cleared of the sea ... I look to note my progress towards a distance shore ...
the sun will be setting soon ... and stars will light my way
but the night holds no terrors for me ... I am shielded by one who watches from afar ... a gentle soul who wraps herself around me
and a dawn will come ... bright and clear, and I will leave these waters a new man ...
and into her arms
7/2/2005 9:22 pm
Ineresting perspective. Good job!|
7/2/2005 10:00 pm
(hands kev a scraper in case he picked up any barnacles from stayin out to sea for so long)|
7/3/2005 1:56 pm
Hands Kev a towel and the cinnamon oil|
7/4/2005 2:09 pm
Excellent work... |
((Welcome into our ready arms))
You should be careful if I'm around... I have a habit of shrinking the room
7/4/2005 8:53 pm
Ahah. Now I understand. I dropped into the (empty) chat room that night after you left. All I got was some incoherent babbling about leaving for a woman... |