Bottoming Out

A pounding pace
bathed this sopping
atmosphere

Combustible ripostes
accompany the
slap of fear

Wings cast skyward
yet doused and damped
tufts can ne'er upward
dance

Nothing to soften such
backhanded blows, left to
writhe with askance views,
seeing peril behind each
twine the drapery used


in this land of crags, the saucer's
spin and spin and spin, breaking
loose the heat, the product and
accompaniment of; when the
samovar explodes

In this land of crags,
the crevice snaps in tines
and prongs, scattering the
self and all it's wounds from
it's precipice

Here, you remain, directionless
and alone…this the condition
known as bottoming out

This week Shawna gives us 15 words, to use in the composition of our poetic tapestries.  Head on over to Monday Melting to find out the words, see what poetry has been spun, and while you're there, why not play along.

The Girl at the Espresso Shop

Patchouli scented airwaves, naturally

pushed their serenity upon

the blight that dyes the blood-beating

drone of rain—where elementary plucking

politely accompanied the cacophony

of drum fodder originally

fashioned for this brittle child who, somehow,

briefly stole my heart during

that summer I spent vacationing at the smallest

of the least popular Sandalwood resorts.

I forgot all about that precious child, until this afternoon,

where I saw this Artistic-flavored hippie chick, who reminded

me of that brittle girl I’d internally obsessed over, for each of the

14 nights I’d spent unplugged many, many year’s prior.

Conveniently, she sat, sipping a caramel

espresso at the tiny cafe annexed between

the herbal market and the yoga palace, which just so

happens to double as a karaoke/singles bar on

both Thursday and Friday nights.

Through opium contoured designations, I peered, as inconspicuously as possible, at the hippie girl, while she continued her torturously slow sipping, upon that beautifully delicate, bluish-white demitasse cup—and after removing her lips, in painstakingly slow regards, I could feel the serum pulsating through me then and there—all this occurring moments before I had the privilege to take notice, as to how her raspberry gloss had redecorated the fragile cup’s design.

For what seemed like hours—time seemed to linger, wafting enchantingly through the salted air—

This, of course, was nothing but an approximation, as there really wasn’t anyway I could have located the precise expenditure of time—for I haven’t wore a watch in roughly twenty years, my cell-phone’s battery had given up on me moments before I caught the first glimpse of this wonderfully exquisite sight, and the only wall clock was positioned behind me—and while I certainly, with ease I might add, could’ve turned around and examined the hour and minute hands to know for sure—the truth of the matter is that I, in supreme stalker mode fashion, never veered my gaze from this wonderfully fascinating breath of fresh light.  By the end of the afternoon I fully understood ever inch of the rose painted sundress this girl wore so very well.

Created using Monday Melting's inspiring word list. To learn more and share in the fun, stop on over to Shawna's and see what it's all about, if you're like me, you'll find yourself hooked.

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Moiety (Dark)

Erstwhile patrons of the disavowed
I'm sorry for the actions
these hands caused.
       are the final words my poor mother will ever hear me speak.

Shackled, in chains, paraded about the streets, naked and in shame…

       are the last sights my poor mother will have ever cast upon me…

INSIDE THE VOID….A REALM FOR THE WORST OF THE WORST
Current Population: 1

Darkness: My dearest nemesis, I know a part of you still feels what I
                feel, breathes the air I do, see the stars as they appear this
                side of the universe…you were not the one he Exiled, into
                this imbroglio of circumstance.  No, you are living the life
                that I should have been sharing, with you, side by side,
                ruling as brothers should…it was not my fault…but my words
                were never eloquent enough and as I had often suspected,
                even from the most incipient of days, you proved to
                me..there, on that final day, you never trusted me, not in
                the slightest..
             
                No…you are not here, in this place, where the texture is
                imbued with the hate and anger of knowing this is all there
                shall ever be…unjustly accused of that which I did not  
                conceive…YES, YES I DID SOME THINGS, some very bad
                things…but as for my charges…well…those things I most
                certainly did not do...

                and so I am here, in this void, securely imprisoned, with no
               hope of possible escape or vindication…no chance to prove my
               innocence…to see your face, father's too…when you hear the
               news…when you hear the truth…and I shall savor the
               apologies…I shall enjoy them very much…yet, accept them I
               shall…for despite this all…we are family…we still are kin…

               but, no, I am here, in this lonely, lonely land..where all I
               can see, is a muted and selective vision of reality…an ever
               existing imbrication…where my unhappiness and hostility
              "grace' me in haunting fashion, while the the "pleasures" of
               bearing witness to every comely vision they all see in you,
               overlaps me in dreadful patterns of regularity.

While I must ever brood, of possibility, of  for the day I see your faces again, and what these hands shall do then...

ENTER THE HARBINGER

H: Hey, sad sack…
D: Who else is here?
    For surely, you are not an imbecile
H: Nope, you got me
D: and sarcasm too... are you mocking me?
     as those in violation of such offenses, soon find
     just how ephemeral their lives can be
H: look, dude, I'm just passing through and I could give
     two plumes of a cuckoo about you, but I heard something
    you might find interesting….
D: What is this something that you speak of
H: Well, if you let me finish a thought, I'd tell you…
     I was over by the lake house, and saw your twin…
D: Not my twin, my moiety... we are one in the same, equals..
     separated that's all…He's my light, and I'm, well, I'm his
     penumbra, together we are one,united…a complete set…
     a panoply…yes, that is what father always called our unique
     gift….brother always would say it's what made us who we are…
     what made us special….me on the other hand….I saw it as the
     worst possible character flaw
H:  …anyhow, he said he'll be wed next week, on the fourth...
D: Wed, as in… marriage?
H: ...to Felicity, and that's when I
     remembered…
D: She is MINE…
H: you two were quite the item…I remember that love affair well...
D: It was not a mere dalliance, as you so crudely put it…it was much      
    more than that…it was everything...
    ...how has this come to be, tell me now...
H: Don't know, don't care…just thought you should know
D: And why…why would you come here to me…with this news...
     what motives do you conceal...in fact, how did you slip
     pass the brutes at the gates…
H: Hey, can't a guy throw another dude a bone, after all, seems like
     you could use one, being all by yourself and all…probably don't
     get many visitors...
D: Don't you pity me…not from a message boy…

Darkness rose from his throne of animosity, inured by this recent bestowal of information, bone sword firmly in hand, blood-tinged beads of sweat anointing his charcoaled skin….

H:  Dude, chill, don't work yourself…

Then, just there, Darkness thought of quite the clever ploy.  He was always an excellent miscreant, the epitome of what furtive schemers strived to become, ever the surreptitious child this one was…

D: No, you are correct, absolutely right…it matters not
H: Sounds like it mattered some…

With anger boiling beneath the flesh, Darkness was doing all he could to remain in this fragile state of composition…the slightest provocation could be his moment of undoing…the forbearance was gnawing fierce...

D: no, again, you are correct, of course she meant something…she still
  means something…but I am here, and I can not blame her for falling
  for him…after all, she most certainly sees me every time she looks at
  him, every touch, every embrace…

H: Ok, I get it, but I couldn't tell ya, as per the wings, not a shrink…

D: But…could you wait but a moment longer…I...
             Darkness quickly scurries into a room behind his throne

H: no prob…

Darkness returns, holding a talisman of ever-shifting shades of hue

D: Could you deliver this…heirloom…to my dearest brother…as a token
     of the joy I feel for this union to be….a pre-pre- wedding gift if you            
     would…
H: Now you're talking my language bro…delivering stuff, that's my
    thing…

Darkness hands the talisman to the winged courier…and off he went,
fluttering up and out from sight…

D: I pray my dear, dear brother accept this small gesture…

FADE TO LIGHT


The bold-print words were taken from Shawna's prompt at her weekly feature, Monday Melting.  Head on over there and see what others have  spun with the words supplied and join in while you're there, it's creativity at it's finest…

As for this tale…part two will appear over at my other site and continue there…it all just kind of came to me perusing the list of words Shawna provided, so I'm not sure how long this tale will wind up being, or what direction it will take…but should be fun to work through, and I'll continue to incorporate as many words as I can from this weeks list, there are 100 of them to choose from...