Dystopian Society

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We carry the remains. We carry them within, fragrance of what once was, in the pages of life. Roses here aren’t red; they are obsidian like a barrage of false hopes, the shoreline perpetually erased, nothing planned and nothing expected.

Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end. Only gentle, faint glimmer ofΒ light. A glimpse of an earlier existence lurks like a hawk on the fringe, and were it not for the seashells, we would have lost our way. And in the seas there flowed answers, our hearts warehouse splattered and smeared with shame, sorrow, with degradation; and why not, did we heed to the call of nature when maples were perspiring, when glaciers were rumbling and sobbing began in stem and seed.

Perhaps it’s not too late for us to act as catalyst for change.

 

 

 

 

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38 Replies to “Dystopian Society”

  1. Oh Sanaa! This is so beautifully written, even in its despair. It is so full of beautiful, lyrical phrases–and just heartbreaking:
    “and why not, did we heed to the call of nature when maples were perspiring, when glaciers were rumbling and sobbing began in stem and seed.”

  2. Fantastic writing… love how you weaved the sentence into a future we might see if we don’t change our ways… love the flow of the prose.

  3. Just beautiful! “A glimpse of an earlier existence lurks like a hawk on the fringe, and were it not for the seashells, we would have lost our way. ” And these words – oh the image and feelings they evoke!
    I do think the earth is crying….the oceans rising with her tears; the glaciers shedding and crashing into the sea. A timely piece….and it uses the line so well!

    1. Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian πŸ˜€ so glad the prose resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  4. Sanaa,
    I love the hopeful note in this, as well as the line incorporated so beautifully in the imagery and rhythm of the prose. This stood out for me:
    “And in the seas there flowed answers . . . .” Lovely.
    Pax,
    Dora

  5. “when maples were perspiring, when glaciers were rumbling and sobbing began in stem and seed.” So well written. We need to open our eyes and ears before it’s too late. Great use of the prompt! πŸ’–

  6. Beautiful. A serious subject so exquisitely expressed. I especially like this….”And in the seas there flowed answers, our hearts warehouse splattered and smeared with shame, sorrow, with degradation”

  7. This is a beautifully-written poetic prose Sanaa. You blended the line so well with your style, I didn’t actually realise I was reading the given line on the first reading. As for the content, I feel it is a dire warning despite the beauty of the words:
    ‘did we heed to the call of nature when maples were perspiring, when glaciers were rumbling and sobbing began in stem and seed.’
    – I hope it’s not too late for us!

  8. This whole piece is stunning, Sanaa. I particularly love: A glimpse of an earlier existence lurks like a hawk on the fringe, and were it not for the seashells, we would have lost our way. Beautiful <3

  9. …..there is no beginning or end.
    Only gentle, faint glimmer of light.

    Love the way you provide the continuity Sanaa! It smoothly blends into the story!

    Hank

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