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[mahoganyamore]

the perversions of quiet girls

[ktheqw]

Quiet Music

A Sunday afternoon longing and a yearning for those fragments of what I thought I was before I took this path.

Rain droplets splatter the glass of my window, so I raise the blind to see the wind moving the unkempt grass, and I watch the droplets run down the glass.

I gather all of the friends from my dreams I have not yet met, and I hold them close to me like the ghosts of the loved ones who died.

Rain droplets continue to splatter the glass of my window, and the wind and the rain create music I often long to hear.

I revel in the quickening rain which showers the glass of my window, the increasing wind, and I wish for more of this quiet music.

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from ""Averno", Averno

[ktheqw]

Those words remind me of "Non-Places" such as Supermarkets, Airports, Train Stations, and the like.

I recall those words came about from Marc Auge (which I think has been touched upon by many since that book was published).

Those words remind me of myself in many ways, for those places I visited when I was young are gone.

[ktheqw]

The Melodies

They pierce the silence with the drums, they play around the burning pyre

They sing a song to give thanks to the forest as the embers move

The drums, the song, and the embers turning into dancing fireflies

They create melodies to move the forest and awaken the spirits

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[ktheqw]

[ktheqw]

Someone walked over my grave. The corners of the room keep the shadows, and the dim light reveals moving things I wish I could not see.

I fear the sparrows outside as insects crawl beneath my skin.

I feel Mum's embrace, remember screaming, and now I'm in a white room.

[weltenwellen]

V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

[ktheqw]

Lost in morning fog the headlights give me away Fresh wind on my face

[ktheqw]

Nature Arrives

Walking through the office door Me, out there in the swirling autumn leaves Inside, a new mask for today

Trading nature and her beauty for the chance to find meaning in a title I feel the wind in my hair

Nature followed me wind and leaves moving Bewildered colleagues

[ktheqw]

from the tropical north snow and ice greet a stranger no racism to be known

a calm freedom watching the sea_thatch with new eyes noises so foreign

to appreciate the difference coming to love the ways of ice and snow no longer foreign, my home

[ktheqw]

Building into the grief_of_the_elm_tree Feeling the buzz as the animals flee from sight Standing under the sky for a little longer

Beginnings and endings come together a joyous rapture thunders through flesh and bone in the distance, lightning hits the old tree

An explosion of wood sensations of gooseflesh and clarity Another tree hit closer

Fleeing for home

[ktheqw]

a cry from within You're all I have left to love please take me with you You quell the maddening day You illuminate the night

[remanence-of-love]

[ktheqw]

The Warning

a difference in the weather unforeseen changes the moss carpets our land

the wound-starling visits talkative, we feed our friend a spectre may haunt us

the sound of horses' hooves soldiers on the horizon we follow our friend to watch

a soldier lights a torch fire licks and devours our home our friend remains still

[soracities]

Gregory Orr, “Ask the tree or the house”, How Beautiful the Beloved

[Text ID: “That music has been playing Since you were born. You must be mad to resist it. Always the beloved Surrounds us. Eager to dance. All we have to do is ask.”]

[ktheqw]

The Photographs

A quiet gallery No need for words in this space the photographs fill the silence

Taken away Feeling the anemoia pulling me watching a scene from the past

Loud thoughts My thoughts are louder than bombs thundering through my experience

entering as one person, exiting as another evolution in the gallery