splendor falls

Nature Walk

Before summer pales her eyes
drawing her last breath of contentment
Before the melody of birds cease to amuse and
the winds stop moving on the meadows
Before the splendor of flowers
fall, dry in all the fields
I must walk through every trail
which the sun
has polished for a reason

The sun has many seasons
for me, they shine the most
in summer


A Pardy Prompt

Before the Event…

An author blocked from creative ideas looks through the paper to possibly be inspired. Looking through current head lines a story catches his eye, the building of a grand ship, a picture begins to form in the authors eyes. Working better based on an image he draws a ship unlike any that has ever been built to date. Once completed he goes to his typewriter and the story comes forth like a river braking through a dam. This writer of fiction dreams of a ship grand in scale, the most luxurious of its kind. It will be called unsinkable by those who created its design. Only the cream of society can afford such a splendid mode of transportation, thus they book passage as soon as construction is complete. Once its departed, the ship sets sail across the cold waters of the Northern sea, making excellent time, traveling in such style and splendor. Night falls upon the Earth, many are unaware , the crew like the passengers oblivious to any wrongs headed the ships way. Suddenly an object large in scale is struck, the ship begins to bleed. All on board are lost save a few, what a disaster, grief, tragedy. The author steps away from the work, his mind spent. He sleeps on what he’s created a fictional majesty soon to be a noted hit. Later in time the author is called in by his publisher, the story now read. The author is told to get out of his head, this isn’t real it could never be, realism is what you need. Try again my boy, I’ll give this anther glance the author feels defeated, deflated, unappreciated. The worlds pass through his mind, nothing like this could ever, will ever happen, its impossible to even fathom. The author turns as his hand touches the door, words come to his voice he can’t hold onto anymore. He explains that fiction is greater than any reality you’ll see someday, you’ll accept my vision, what I have to say. Some years later a story unfolds, an actual grand ship, a grand luxury liner meets with fate through a writers loop hole. The story the author wrote called “The Titan” written some 14 years before fore shadowed the tragedy of the Titanic, with all its greatness and its woes. So is fiction greater than reality or is fiction only a reality that hasn’t happened yet, you let me know?

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image: Ship in a Bottle by Steve Sundram

The word continues to fall
                                           in splendor around us
Window half shadow window half moon
                                                back yard like a book of snow
That holds nothing and that nothing holds
Immaculate text
                           not too prescient not too true.

Charles Wright, from “Silent Journal,” Xionia (Windover Press, 1990)

You did all of this for me?

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Mairon says nothing, staring across the ruined landscape, knowing that it exists merely in his own mind and in Melkor’s because of that. In front of them is everything he had once attempted to build, shown in its splendor, before the Fall of Numenor stripped him of his fair form, before the Last Alliance stripped him of his Ring, before the Eru-damned Hobbits destroyed it all.

It is beautiful, but what he finds even more beautiful, is the spark in his master’s eyes as he sees what Mairon has created, as he takes in the world that was meant to be a gift and a testament to their love.

“You did all of this for me?” It is Melkor who breaks the silence, his voice cutting through vision and destroying it all over again, leaving the two beings drenched once again in eternal nothingness.

“There is no other worthy of my work, my lord,” the maia replied, turning his head to smile at the other. The darkness is not complete, it is not all encompassing as he had feared, it was merely the world around them, and yet their bodies, the mortal forms they had taken on in order to truly see one another again, appear as though bathed in light from an unknown source.

Melkor seems to smile, something he had not done since before the Silmarils, and he whispers, “I am hardly worthy of you.”

Before the Event… by M'Leigh Jones

An author blocked from creative ideas looks through the paper to possibly be inspired. Looking through current head lines a story catches his eye, the building of a grand ship, a picture begins to form in the authors eyes. Working better based on an image he draws a ship unlike any that has ever been built to date. Once completed he goes to his typewriter and the story comes forth like a river braking through a dam. This writer of fiction dreams of a ship grand in scale, the most luxurious of its kind. It will be called unsinkable by those who created its design. Only the cream of society can afford such a splendid mode of transportation, thus they book passage as soon as construction is complete. Once its departed, the ship sets sail across the cold waters of the Northern sea, making excellent time, traveling in such style and splendor. Night falls upon the Earth, many are unaware , the crew like the passengers oblivious to any wrongs headed the ships way. Suddenly an object large in scale is struck, the ship begins to bleed. All on board are lost save a few, what a disaster, grief, tragedy. The author steps away from the work, his mind spent. He sleeps on what he’s created a fictional majesty soon to be a noted hit. Later in time the author is called in by his publisher, the story now read. The author is told to get out of his head, this isn’t real it could never be, realism is what you need. Try again my boy, I’ll give this anther glance the author feels defeated, deflated, unappreciated. The worlds pass through his mind, nothing like this could ever, will ever happen, its impossible to even fathom. The author turns as his hand touches the door, words come to his voice he can’t hold onto anymore. He explains that fiction is greater than any reality you’ll see someday, you’ll accept my vision, what I have to say. Some years later a story unfolds, an actual grand ship, a grand luxury liner meets with fate through a writers loop hole. The story the author wrote called “The Titan” written some 14 years before fore shadowed the tragedy of the Titanic, with all its greatness and its woes. So is fiction greater than reality or is fiction only a reality that hasn’t happened yet, you let me know? 

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