She sat in her hopper as a sack of grain sits in a wagon
Tears falling like the rain outside
The grey underbelly of the sky opened and closed
Windshield or eyes or both turned the world Monet
Steady rain sounded like static
Her heart thumped in her chest and her neck felt tight and her nose ran of its own
Images moved on the wet dock like the internal pieces of a clock
The sign flashed: Bravo-Four-Zero--Departed
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Windshield or eyes or both turned the world Monet
....God, that is beautiful.
That sentence is a frailing amazing string of words, Tree.
My God, you've done it again.
And the image....way kinds of awesomeness.
I love it.
Wow.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
turned the world Monet...
Mmmmm...
Oh Strumper, I got some words for you and your future job. :-D
Thank you blogger babe. You are Strumper and you Frailing Blog!
Echoing the wows. :-)
There are sentences one hears through the years that are louder than all others. Announcements. A space before and a space after and they stand alone and huge. A post like this...
Each sentence is like an announcement. The sharing of a piece of information. A fact. I'm getting married. I love you. I'm sick. I'm leaving. Simple facts, nothing to debate or deny, nothing need be added, nothing is incomprehensible or needs explaining. Anything else would be superfluous. Unnecessary elaboration of what is clear. Somehow, some way I will explain what I mean. Simple yet complete. Simple yet full. Simple yet huge. With no punctuation for they ring
Here was a point, that will ring always, be remembered always, an if only.
Perhaps not. (Somehow, some way I will explain what I mean.) It's a wonder, is what it is.
Not to jump over the first sentence, so heavy, a slam to the chest, Tears falling like the rain outside and Eyes that turn the world Monet, those are sentences that ring eternal, that like writers of the past, one wishes the new generations might have the opportunity to discover the same beauty that can be created in the threaded pattern of singular words.
Tears falling like the rain outside, in a way it seems almost silly to hold this up so high, but something about it's direct and beautiful simplicity, something about her tears echoing in the goblets falling from the heavens, the world matching her heart, makes me think of Seven, of words you have written elsewhere, of the mirrored room, of how for a single person everything can focus on the internal and the rest drops away, there is nothing beyond that moment in the moment and what it means. Processing the announcement.
There is just such beauty to your writing, Poppet, I fumble and slip and fall and get up again to do the same just trying to explain a little about just how much.
It is an ache to read this, exquisite though it may be. To know.
And like another fumbler, the sign flashes - I could go on forever about your ability to paint an image with to repeat such direct and beautiful simplicity - Departed, unchangeable, and forever more there are two souls, who never will know what the other was thinking, or rather one will know and wish that it could have been different, that if only they knew, and one will assume and forever be changed by what they think. My gosh, :-D, well, as I have said before, not always but often, the more fumbled the comment, the more I loved your chapter. :-D And uppermost in my mind, I see that two things create this, talent in a word, which is the pen, and the ink is the great beauty that is your soul.
...never mind, eh. Publish. :-)
I tell you these things, not to spare my blushes, but because I think they go some way to explaining just how much I love your writing, in short, I wrote that comment in one and by that I mean that I sat here and wrote the sentences one after another, no going back, no editing and it took me I think over an hour..so large are the feelings that wash over as one reads, the ringing that continues, that I sit here, immersed in the chapter, in the flood of emotion that your images create within and all the far-reaching thoughts that come to mind, the days thereafter, what thoughts might have come, how they felt, how they feel, what they think, what could have happened instead, what might have been said if it had, windows upon windows upon windows that open and all the while I marvel at how Tears..., how you, do that, how when you write words, they beat and they echo and they continue, and so it is no exaggeration when I talk about calming down. Sometimes I ride the wave and the words spill forth, without paragraphs :-), and other times I tumble in the onslaught and just keep trying to rise to the surface long enough to take a breath (say some words) and I manage it every 10 minutes or so before it grabs hold of me again and pulls me under.
Yep, pat on the back for me for once, for that about explains it, what reading a chapter, seeing the image, the images (word images and the image itself), does. LOVE the story, love coming here, adore quite simply the experience that it is to follow this story, to be touched by the beauty time and time again.
It's raining here, and this post totally echoes the way it looks outside!! Tree, how DO you come up with this stuff!! You have some scrumptious wordings embedded in that grey matter of yours!!
--snow
Oh, my God!
Those lips on Em!!
It's like they've been dipped in honey.
If she didn't look so innocent, I'd describe in detail what I'd like to do to those lips...
But, she does look so innocent.
So, I won't.
=P
This artwork is AMAZING.
The hair!
You can see each strand!
And, her eyes...
So exquisitely perfect.
I'm so loving having pictures in my head of the characters.
I don't think I was too far off on Em.
xo, Mr. Tree
Never, and I repeat never a disappointment when I stop by.
Always a pleasure Tree.
Always!
Meg
Em is amazing. I love the cupid's bow mouth. And the tilt of eyes is also quite lovely. I am too bone weary for my mind to wrap itself around the words, but the image of Em is quite soothing.
I hope that you have a nice weekend Tree.
Jennifer
Jen, this image of Em is actually a 3-D render and not a 2D painting. The artist does incredible work and has other images I might post someday. Welcome back. Good to know you survived. :-D
Meg, you are very, very kind. And you are always welcome here. Keep warm and wear a skirt, pleated. :-D
Oh Strumperlicious, you do give good comment. I feel as if I hear and feel your comments rather than read them. I bet you have warm hands. :-D
Oh Snow, thank you for such a warm comment. Most of this stuff comes from my own life experiences. As I age, my own sight gets a little worse. I'm near sighted. The other day in the car, I took my glasses off to read something and when I looked up the view from my rainy windshield was like a Monet painting and I knew, somehow, that one small experience would somehow make it into the story. And it did! :-D
Sunshine, what can I say. Your comments leave me in a wonderful state of speechlessness. I can't begin to describe how much they mean to me. You are the sugar in my tea, the cloud in my sky, the breeze in my hair, the twinkle in my eye. :-)
Ooooo....today the image up top shows more of the picture than was up last night.
Now, she looks COMPLETELY innocent holding a white bird in her hands.
So, it's probably a GOOD thing I didn't talk more about what those lips of hers are doing to me...
I'd feel sleazy.
Sleazy in a good way, of course.
Wait a minute....
That bird is a cockatoo.
Maybe she's not so innocent after all,... When your choice in bird is a cockatoo....you KNOW you enjoy hearing people say that word.
If I ever have another bird as a pet, which I doubt--but if I did, it would SO be a cockatoo.
But, I kid, I kid. Em is so innocent-like, and I love that about her. I think part of her strength lies in that. Em is so great and courageous and strong.
And, awwww....what you said about my comments....
:-D :-D :-D
Have a happy day, Mr. Tree!!
xo
Em is mindbogglingly gorgeous. And as usual, the way you write is amazing, Tree... I want a signed first edition of your book, please :)
Annie, you will be at the top of the list. In exchange, I want a home cooked meal and an evening without telephones. :-)
Strumper :-D
"turned the world Monet" very nice. Love today's banner. She is beautiful. Does she fit into the story? I didn't see anyplace her name. (could be cause I'm tiredblind)
Oh, duh, there it says Em right at the top. *feels stupid*
So exceptionally lovely is this image of Em, as the words describe her to be, in her eyes to be seen. (And one can understand why it was a surprise to hear her say certain things in the hall to Yul and on the return trip from Neraj :-D) As Strumpet said, she looks so innocent, but the lips attest to her being so much more than that, that there are many sides, many special qualities to her and that all are Em. So perfect for her.
W, no worries. I miss stuff like that all the time. :-)
Thanks for the kind words. Hope you are having a nice weekend.
Good to see the evolution of this site... It's completely different every time I visit. The new varieties of art are well worth it.
Tom, more like a re-volution than evolution. About a year ago I spent some time with Painter creating images for the story. Call this round two.
I love love love this female image!
Tre HUGZ!
Keshi.
Thank you Keshi. Hugz back at u. :-D
I don't know if it's me, but lately the LIPS on these babes have been driving me wild!
But, with Kyra, I subsequently scrolled down after ogling her luscious lips and then I noticed her ass.
Kyra is frailing HOT.
Strumper, I've been trying to say this about Kyra for over two years. I should have just posted the pic. :-D
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