Forks silver gleamed in the gloaming not to rise, as legs of metal, worn of battle and weary of weight, screeched on floors silent in words not wise. Vittles of origin not questioned, slipped between lips without confession, as eyes looked as strangers lost for expression. Heard in ear and not of chest, hearts beat alone (as) if not blessed. And from the aged not slain, innocence spoke not in vain.
“May I say the blessing?” asked Ariel.
Upon those words did spoon and fork, as not before and neither since, stood attention of soldier before their prince. Then as if a trellis rose, Von’s tongue let loose this prose.
“Yes my child a blessing to be, given forth my dear on bended knee.”
As one from the other, heads dropped to her without mother; and if an angel had surmised, the sight before no equal sunrise. Simple words of love were spoken, by a little heart not broken. And eyes once dry remained no longer, as hearts once weak became stronger.
Reading: Blessing to Be
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Chapter dedicated to Nerdy.
Sensational piece of writing, like melted chocolate drizzled upon the tongue, there are sentences within that were simply delicious. So full of beauty, heart, mind and soul, so full of talent to be able to let it shine in so many ways here. Your words are beautiful, touching. I really don't know how else to say it this time. Wow.
Thank you Sweetest. A little angel told me she had more to say. I tried not to get in her way. :-)
Hiya Trée. Thanks so much for dropping by and wishing me luck with the shop! Mark and I work on it every day (well, almost every day). The thing is, we love doing it! Creating anything makes the difference.
Your latest fractals are quite impressive. The large view is even more awesome!
Deb, no substitute for love. I sincerely wish you guys all the best with the store. Just be careful. Time flies when you're having fun. :-)
If you like these fractals, be sure to take a look at Trebuchet. ;-)
Waaaaaah.... sniff. That was beautiful Tree. Wipes eyes...
Thank you Annie. Think I'll do an audio reading of this chapter later today. I wrote this chapter to be read aloud and I think it only fair I do so, to lead by example so to speak, to show where the inflections fall as tears upon the heart. ;-)
Audio posted. This was take number 3 and it's all you're going to get. LOL
Professional reader the Poppet is not. :-D
Still, I hope it gives a sense of the reading. Enjoy.
Well, I thought you did an excellent job of it! :-) Lovely to hear it read aloud, better still to know it is written as it is meant to be read, certainly the aforementioned inflections, the pauses, these were the same (or very similar) to what I read white on black.
Sweetest, that is good to hear. My fear is that if not read in the right way, the chapter could look like I was on drugs. :-D
:-D Furthest thought from my mind. I was however thinking extensively once again about what a nice voice you have. The Poppet may not consider himself a professional reader, but he sure does have a voice one wants to keep listening to. :-)
Kindness is always welcomed. :-)
:) I haven't listened to your reading yet, but my mind chose it's own stops & starts for this piece, Trée - And it ended up sounding very poetic. With an quality not unlike a spell or some other magical mystical incantation!
Grace, I have no doubt your reading was magical. As always, thanks for the very kind words. :-)
Lovely work! I love your art! It was a pleasure to visit! :)
Daisy, a pleasure to have you stop by. Thanks for the kind sweet words. Always appreciated. :-)
this is drifting into stream of consciousness technique I see...Joycean
simple words of love were spoken by a little heart not broken...
Only a child can know that kind of love..then it gets lost forever...
Mona, you have touched upon the one phrase in this chapter that makes my heart skip a beat. I would give my legs to live like that and I wonder where I lost it, I wonder why children have a slippery wisdom. I wonder where the slipperyness comes from--I have my suspicions but it is a topic endlessly interesting to me.
Thanks so much for visiting and your beautifully kind words. Always appreciated. :-)
Why children have a slippery wisdom?
Children can understand the truth, but cannot understand that they understand it. They understand more clearly than we do because they are more clean, more innocent, but they are so innocent that they cannot understand that they understand.
Yet every child has to forget its innocence. Every child gets lost in the world, goes astray and has to make many many mistakes, has to suffer, has to pass through pain and pleasure and all kinds of dualities so that one day again he can start feeling a great longing to go back home.
Losing first childhood is inevitable.Because it was a gift from God [ I find the biblical tale of Adam & Eve as very allegorical of this aspect: Wisdom lost through Knowledge; that is another thong to be understood, but not relevant here for now]. And then one CONSCIOUSLY comes back again to one's childhood where one understands and also understands that one understands.The first childhood is very innocent and is bound to be lost because it is a gift of nature[ what is GIVEN can be taken away]. The second childhood [ old age] is never lost as it is earned by us, we have become worthy of it. It is our maturity.
But if you watch children you will see how clear they are about things. Unlike adults, they are not confused about anything as they have no thoughts to confuse them. their flames are burning bright with no smoke. They are full of wonder and awe and the moment they see something, they immediately understand because there is no barrier to their understanding.
Mona, you never cease to amaze me with your insight, wisdom and ability to put the two into words. I think Ariel is going to trigger these sorts of thoughts in Kyra, memories locked away from when she was six, memories she forgot she had, of a time more innocent, a time before there was an awareness of time, a time when Zeke (Papa) took his bride in hand and the two danced upon the floor of time--I'll explain that one after I write the chapter. The image is at Trebuchet (690). Now I need to figure out how to write a chapter in which nothing is said. :-D
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