Welcome back Elliott, long time no see, where have you been? What have you been up to?
Well, first off, I have been in the process of upending my life and moving from one state to another. It's been equal parts exciting, challenging and terrifying, and I am absolutely loving it. What that means of course is that since real life has been getting in the way, I haven't had much time to write, which has been sending me slightly loopy! Once I completely move I will be taking steps to remedy that, and I'll finally be able to release my book of short stories, 8 STORIES HIGH for you fine humans to read and pick apart with feverish glee….or read…..Your choice. In the meantime, I have once again stumbled my way through some poetry, so I though I would share this little piece with you, It is entitled 'I Don't Know Everything' which couldn't be a more apt statement. Enjoy! I Don't Know Everything When you were pain, I was alive. A burning ball of time and passion. Unstoppable. Unflappable. When you were happy, I was pain. A shipwreck. A storm. A whirlwind of emotion. Unbreakable. When we spoke, we sang. When we sang, we spoke. A turning of a wheel within a wheel. When we laughed, we cried. When we cried, we laughed. God. Divine. Complacent. Safe. There were times, and then there were TIMES. A single melody could spell out the answers, a casual glance could ignite a path and burn away the doubt, only to harden and set before an audience who waited with bated breath, to see what was around the corner. Silence came quickly, and it was welcomed by tired lungs, gasping for breath, for some semblance of sanity. When the walls closed in and the pressure would rise, the ripe feeling of touch would be enough to subside the box, the beast, the roar, the din, the silence. It was safe. It was too safe. It wasn't safe enough. Indecision breeds when no one is looking. Like an unwanted visitor or a thief in the night, it cannot be captured, it cannot be detected until it is there, present, filling that silence. It leads to unwanted words, unwanted emotions, unwanted endings. It also leads to unexpected desires, unexpected pursuits, unexpected beginnings. That same indecision can splinter and break apart and scatter itself over all things. Like a tall, looming tree with many branches, it not only affects the core, the bark, the stump, but the shadow the branches cast catches the audience, affecting those closest around. But, just like a trial by fire, the move after the storm is the most important. Dwell. Silence. Hurt. But, just like a rite of passage, the next step forward is imperative. Awake. Open. Breathe. But, just like a turning of a single wheel, the motion is the answer. Choice. Smile. Receive. But, just like the brightest dawn, the actions inform the audience. Three. Two. One. So when we smile, WE smile. No obligation, no indecision, just a shared moment, just an acceptable, content silence that also comforts the audience. A ripple effect that caresses the lips of the surrounding. A quiet supernova, an understanding, a beacon, a gesture to be imitated. An assurance, an overwhelming statement without words. An opening, an unconquerable force that needs no army. Because when that immortal moment is reached, everything becomes infinite for that fleeting occurrence, that one semblance of perfection. Where you know nothing and everything at the same time. And before it ends, There is a realisation it never will.
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Elliott Thomas is a native Sydney dweller who loves to write. No genre is off limits. That's all you need to know, carry on. Archive
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