Equilibrium didn’t, so he sank to sitting w/ arms akimbo.
His mind’s eye witnessed the interior wind as a hue of insulting pink.
Mentally circling the area didn’t earn the satisfaction of curiosity.
Close in, his name was whispered w/ British ascent, via the clip of the tongue that makes Eric sound somewhere near attic. From the far side his mother called out her native-american name for him; Too-stubborn-to-put-on-a-coat. This nickname hit something unyielding + ricocheted back out. Mind clenched as his fists hardened. His mouth opened in silent combativeness, then thought twice, capturing the first syllable.
Looming encapsulated, he shuttered + accepted entrapment + exposure. Steps away from void, stepped in from another form of void. Hermetically sealed in a Fabergé egg. Cracked w/ windows called eyes. He sensed aura of life dodging about him + talking in vibration. Darting + fetching, stalling + proceeding.
Thoughts tumbled in rapid fire, one after another, but he refused to ignite each one. Every one smothered + drowned in turn before it had been identified. Looking deeper inside revealed an empty room filled w/ intangibles able to squirm through, + he began the chase to the other side out.
Yielding to clinched eyes that envisioned sparks flying. A queue of bubbles rose from his mouth heading to the surface. A last bit of breath released above the surface of the mere.
you use words amazingly...and i can feel his anx
ReplyDeleteLove the image both written and painted. I don't always 'get' your stuff but it reads beautifully. "Thoughts tumbled in rapid fire one after another, but he refused to ignite each one" - they say a Golfish has no memory . . I'm not buying it.
ReplyDelete"The satisfaction of curiosity" It's just one phrase within a pick-and-mix bag full of ideas and viewpoints : all of which I am tempted to examine deeper. Wonderful stuff.
ReplyDeletei love the colours of this picture( your header too):))
ReplyDeletetoo stubborn to put on a coat... yup...yup
ReplyDeleteand the purples makes me swoon..
You captured the richness of the painting with the imagery of the words. Nice.
ReplyDeleteHypothermically fascinating. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love crawling in to your writings. You can put so many amazing pictures in so little words. Love the old HH.
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"Cracked with windows called eyes. He sensed aura of life dodging about him and talking in vibration. Darting and fetching, stalling and proceeding."....sigh. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteI find it really interesting that somehow your words don't say anything I can put together into any sort of story that makes sense to me, yet they somehow speak to some inner place and the resulting emotions make total sense.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not sure that makes any sense.
The picture is really beautiful.