We carry the remains. We carry them within, fragrance of what once was, in the pages of life. Roses here arenβt 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 itβs not too late for us to act as catalyst for change.
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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.”
Thank you so much, Merril π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
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.
Thank you so much, Bjorn π so glad the prose resonated with you πβ€οΈ
Sanaa- This is truly beautiful but intensely sad. Let’s hope we heed the call.
Thank you so much, Linda π so good to see you πβ€οΈ
We will forever carry within the fragments and fragrance of what once was. Nicely written!
Thank you so much, Beverly π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
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!
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian π so glad the prose resonated with you πβ€οΈ
I like the colors and the reflections of their forms in varied contexts and how they reflect our thoughts and moods.
Thank you so much, Lisa π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
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
Thank you so much, Dora π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
“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! π
Thank you so much, Tricia π so glad the prose resonated with you πβ€οΈ
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”
Thank you so much, Mish π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
Your story is a great call for change in attitudes and actions. The obsidian rose is a vivid image!
Well done!
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Lovely prose! very beautifully written.
Thank you so much, Mrityunjay π so good to see you πβ€οΈ
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!
Thank you so much, Ingrid π so glad the prose resonated with you πβ€οΈ
This is stunning prose, Sanaa. You consistently blow my mind.
<3
David
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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
Thank you so much, Sunra π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
Even in despair there is hope. So poignant.
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Seashells …. like bread crumbs leading our way perhaps? I enjoyed your Prosery piece!!!
Thank you so much, Helen π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
…..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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“in the seas there flowed answers.”
Thank you so much, Tzvi π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
I love this Sanaa, and especially the sense that time is short but yet there is a glimmer of light.
Thank you so much, Paul π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ