Still, She Runs

Painted night, pitched in diamond cuts

Her blanket of dark lights her step

Zephyr cool lifts her make, heady in pace

Still she runs, a diaphanous soul

 

Charging through a web of meaning

Gossamer fret, touching her luminosity

Petal blooms bow as she passes

Proud oaks salute, burnt umber waves

 

Suspended is she on her unknown path

Bound pinion ache on restless shoulders

Waiting for release in the break

For then, she knows, she will rise to soar

 

 

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul McGovern
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 19:18:22

    Running exhibits duality, for not only can you run from something, you can also run towards something. Perfect symmetry of interpretation.

    In these lines love keeps pace, synchronised to the fall of steps.

    “Painted night, pitched in diamond cuts
    Her blanket of dark lights her step
    Zephyr cool lifts her make, heady in pace
    Still she runs, a diaphanous soul”

    The use of colour is so vivid and permeates the mind as the words are read. The perforated veil of night, the guidance of darkness in the exploration of the mind. Souls are translucent and indeed transitory but they also hold the fiercest resolve which is evident in the words here.

    “Charging through a web of meaning
    Gossamer fret, touching her luminosity
    Petal blooms bow as she passes
    Proud oaks salute, burnt umber waves”

    The interconnected nature of existence, the synaptic weave formed in the process of thought. To live is to transverse meaning as a construct. The intricate nature of the words is mirrored by the fragility of the spun entity. Beautiful, well crafted and sublime. The awe of nature, the embodiment of respect for what matters.

    “Suspended is she on her unknown path
    Bound pinion ache on restless shoulders
    Waiting for release in the break
    For then, she knows, she will rise to soar”

    Suspension allows contemplation, appreciation for what is, what was and what may be. The unknown nature of choice, control in experience. Winged, for you are, but not restrained, rather pensive I feel in decide how flight will fall on the air of the world. Wrapped perhaps, consolation of wonder.

    Wonder held, without physicality or need of such. Perceived in the eyes of love as Tsubasa no ai.

    Time, fate, chance – demigods. Love overrules them all. The one through deity. I feel it in your words and more.

    Majestic, wondrous and captivating. Adored. Poetry for winged ones…

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  2. Paul McGovern
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 19:22:39

    omg grammar fail — through = true & decide = deciding….

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  3. Emma McCaffery
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 19:49:27

    I almost feel good that you messed up on your grammar P, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to follow up your response 🙂 That said I’m lost for words, I simply do not know how to describe my admiration for what is written above. Each line speaks with clarity, allows the reader to move forward yet look back at the meaning conveyed.

    Anata ga inku ya pen nashide kakikomi, kotoba wa anata no tamashī de kaka rete imasu.

    You write without ink or pen, words are written by your soul.

    x
    EMC

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  4. andthedawn
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 20:45:32

    I can’t follow either of those so I’ll just nod and say what they said. (See me nodding? You can can’t you?) Love your work always. x

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