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Three Trees
She climbed the steep hill with midday sun on her back.
The balmy breeze barely touching beads of sweat rolling over her weathered skin. Steps once lighter, swifter became methodically slower over ridged trails curved, carving Reimann Hypothesis on her vertical axis with graphite coal smudging thoughts into shadows which never touched.
She passed a Redgum Tree and paused to wipe the perspiration from the temple with her right hand remembering how the left hand slid in her father’s pocket, the trousers hung behind the bedroom door, taking two coins in the dim light of youth. How the next day water condensation from a bottle of cold cherry coke held with both hands seemed to wash rites of wrongs with the taste of sweet elixir coating her throat.
The road seemed to level and she reveled at the wild beauty of nature. The extraordinary perseverance of metamorphosis for a trace of trice to feel life's tempo under skin burrowed in the marrow. Alongside the thicket cacti stood tall with black opaque flowers phlegmatic surrealism mimicking ghosts rooted in the valley of death surrounded by all the riches.
She felt the apple bounce in her bag over the shoulder as she came upon a patch of filtered shade under a Velvet Ash Tree. The hike, although short in distance geographically; pivoted the mind and soul in kaleidoscopic tones. She took a bite of the apple, juices dripping from her chin, she didn’t bother to wipe, her hands felt unclean. Reclined against the trunk, eyes closed listened to the sounds ranging from nothing to everything alive and electrifying.
It had been three years since she had packed her car and moved away as far as the winds could carry in aimless wanderlust. There were no goodbyes, no tears, sentimentality seemed overrated, slashing every word with letter T, sharp across the middle in crucification. Heartbreak is always a glass half full but she had left all behind including the glass, carrying only suitcase of memories.
She took a precarious turn passing the last ridge gathering the last of strength and there it stood The Wisdom Tree solitary and majestic in magnificence.
She approached in awe and stood beneath it where countless others have stood enduring the strenuous journey, rediscovering themselves in the process leaving their notes of sage in a box under the tree.
The blood throbbed coursing her veins feeling the energy, light and universal love; Strength in weakness, endurance in resistance, lessons in rocks and knocks while the road curved with new hope each day.
Three words were scribbled on a piece of paper, folded once, twice, triad. She dropped it in the box.
Life is beautiful.
The balmy breeze barely touching beads of sweat rolling over her weathered skin. Steps once lighter, swifter became methodically slower over ridged trails curved, carving Reimann Hypothesis on her vertical axis with graphite coal smudging thoughts into shadows which never touched.
She passed a Redgum Tree and paused to wipe the perspiration from the temple with her right hand remembering how the left hand slid in her father’s pocket, the trousers hung behind the bedroom door, taking two coins in the dim light of youth. How the next day water condensation from a bottle of cold cherry coke held with both hands seemed to wash rites of wrongs with the taste of sweet elixir coating her throat.
The road seemed to level and she reveled at the wild beauty of nature. The extraordinary perseverance of metamorphosis for a trace of trice to feel life's tempo under skin burrowed in the marrow. Alongside the thicket cacti stood tall with black opaque flowers phlegmatic surrealism mimicking ghosts rooted in the valley of death surrounded by all the riches.
She felt the apple bounce in her bag over the shoulder as she came upon a patch of filtered shade under a Velvet Ash Tree. The hike, although short in distance geographically; pivoted the mind and soul in kaleidoscopic tones. She took a bite of the apple, juices dripping from her chin, she didn’t bother to wipe, her hands felt unclean. Reclined against the trunk, eyes closed listened to the sounds ranging from nothing to everything alive and electrifying.
It had been three years since she had packed her car and moved away as far as the winds could carry in aimless wanderlust. There were no goodbyes, no tears, sentimentality seemed overrated, slashing every word with letter T, sharp across the middle in crucification. Heartbreak is always a glass half full but she had left all behind including the glass, carrying only suitcase of memories.
She took a precarious turn passing the last ridge gathering the last of strength and there it stood The Wisdom Tree solitary and majestic in magnificence.
She approached in awe and stood beneath it where countless others have stood enduring the strenuous journey, rediscovering themselves in the process leaving their notes of sage in a box under the tree.
The blood throbbed coursing her veins feeling the energy, light and universal love; Strength in weakness, endurance in resistance, lessons in rocks and knocks while the road curved with new hope each day.
Three words were scribbled on a piece of paper, folded once, twice, triad. She dropped it in the box.
Life is beautiful.
Published 13th Jun 2018
| Edited 4th Jul 2019
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13th Jun 2018 5:53am
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13th Jun 2018 3:26pm
It certainly is when we finally see the light. It took me a long time to see it but i am here and i will enjoy till my last breath cause life is too short, because all beautiful things are meant to last.
Thank you Dear friend for understanding the underlying tones and sentiments in this prose :)
Thank you Dear friend for understanding the underlying tones and sentiments in this prose :)
13th Jun 2018 8:27am
Breath taking! Life certainly can be beautiful, this poems certainly is.
"She felt the blood throb coursing her veins feeling the energy, light and universal love; Strength in weakness, endurance in resistance, lessons in rocks and knocks while the road curves with new hope each day.
Three words were scribbled on a piece of paper, folded once, twice, triad and dropped it in the box.
Life is beautiful. " Love all this, the whole thing is wonderful. Thank you for gracing us with your talent.
~anonshadow
"She felt the blood throb coursing her veins feeling the energy, light and universal love; Strength in weakness, endurance in resistance, lessons in rocks and knocks while the road curves with new hope each day.
Three words were scribbled on a piece of paper, folded once, twice, triad and dropped it in the box.
Life is beautiful. " Love all this, the whole thing is wonderful. Thank you for gracing us with your talent.
~anonshadow
13th Jun 2018 3:34pm
Hiking is something that has helped me get thru the toughest period of my life, its been a life changing experience with each journey after completing trails and hikes. I come back renewed, vigorated and excited about life, like an addict that has finally tasted the best 'drug', i can't get enough. I waited all my life to feel like this and i'm not wasting another day.
I'm thrilled that you liked this prose Anon, thank you!
I'm thrilled that you liked this prose Anon, thank you!
13th Jun 2018 5:42pm
Wonderful imagery and the metaphor worked very well. Meticulous piece of talent.
13th Jun 2018 5:46pm
13th Jun 2018 7:01pm
Layla, this wonder, serene journey filled me with peace. It touched me deeply. It taught me to better appreciate the simple things that fill our souls with genuine happiness. I can picture so clearly this fantastic hike. There a certain sense of bienestar I feel when reading your work. Bravisima!
14th Jun 2018 00:41am
Most often we get so caught up with the mundane that we forget how small we are in the scheme of things. All we have to do is go out there in nature and realize everything is relatable and everything has a cycle. I've learned so much in the last few years that i wish i had known long time but they do say we get wiser as we get older and i'm excited to learn what's ahead around the bend. Thank you Gahddess not only for embracing this prose (long in its length) but also for the add.
14th Jun 2018 7:09pm
It's a terrific journey of brilliance and depth. It hurts me. Wonderfully.
16th Jun 2018 1:28pm
Life is a journey. the straight road does not teach us much when we can see great amount of distance but when the road curves with some unexpected ways that's when we learn endurance and perseverance.
Thanks for calling it Daniel, always honored by your presence.
Thanks for calling it Daniel, always honored by your presence.
Anonymous
14th Jun 2018 11:31pm
Fantastic write.
16th Jun 2018 1:47pm
