Decreation

Thank you Rianne, for letting me know that it has an impact with you.  A positive one at that!  
I had a "moment" at work Friday.  Someone jokingly mocked me (I talk funny most the time. Its a glitch) and at first I walked away, after saying brokenly don't make fun of my speech.  I guess he thought it was humorous, so he followed it up with another comment.

Bad. Bad. Bad idea.  If I can't talk, then screw it, I'm an absolute grenade.  One of the other co workers who knows me better got in front of me, and stopped what was coming.  Probably saved my job.  

But, I'm a tree!  Be the tree, Mark. Woosaw!  

He apologised and then even called me on the way home from work to continue the apology.  Um, great, more trying to get me to talk. Idiot.  
I do calm down and talk better eventually.  Just takes a long breather sometimes.

Anyway, it set me into a certain mood.   Not a bad one.  Just reflection and resignation.   This prosiac poem is the result.  I needed to rest my brain.  
Writing and a few good people around me is my therapy.   It's not a bad trade.

Thank you, your insight is wonderful.

Beautiful take on the circle of life. This would make a touching memorial reading.

Hiya Ruby.

Thank you.  (I wrote a pretty decent one for my dad's memorial, of course).

I started this one out with an underlying anger, but didn't want it to persist.  I was going for someone coming to terms with their finality.  And a sense of returning to their roots.

The tree picture fits pretty well I think!  

I appreciate your idea, too, of it potentially having a value of a memorial.  Maybe my own!
No time soon, I hope!

hello dearest Styxian I love the quiet flow of the poem and the power lying with in... I read the ending with a sense of resignation that the man in the story was night or God and even he has to lay down his life someday immortal letting go I don't know it's beautiful in any case 💕

That's the beauty of us all having unique perspectives.  We see what we see,  in our own vision, no matter how many others see it or describe it.  
-Like the tree picture that I chose.  Is it a big tree birthing a new tree out of it's hide? Or is it a human that leaned too long, and was absorbed.  

And you're right,  the write does have a quiet flow. The purpose is calming to the man.  

Thank you kindly, dear Crimson.  

Enchanting write... pulled me in... carried me along... nicely done...

Hey you. Thank you.  I have my better attempts at creative writing sometimes!   Lol

Love how you turned the minutiae of life into a vortex of reflection and contemplation. This is a very considered and insightful poem Styx. “That even night isn’t all that strong” is a powerful meditation on those things which we consider immortal, can be porous and weak.  

Re. Co-worker. Vehemently despise those who mask their own insecurities by poking fun at others. Seen so many soft people walked all over. Fuck that. ‘Don’t get angry, get even’ is the mantra of the modern day. I’m all for diplomacy, but there does come a time when even a shy Buddhist may turn.  

Thanks Rob.  I was trying to stay away from the gloom of death in the write.   Because that wasn't my mood at all.  Just a long sleep sort of thing. An almost welcome mood.

As for the work thing, eh, ultimately I knew to keep my priorities in order.  I'm not a hot head unless it gets further.  He didn't mean it to be harmful intentionally.  I knew that.  

If I could get to choose how I die, this would be it.

And that tree! What a beauty. I'd like to climb up into its branches and sit for a long time.

Lovely writing, as always.
❤️k

I still love to climb trees and play in the rain, all of it!  
And when I saw that tree pic, I knew it was perfect for my write.  

I still prefer to die by lightning.  It's instant.  Lol.

Thanks BT!

Too many things I love in this - but my fave are the dandelions. Remined me of when I was
a kid and would make wishes. Never thought of them as angry or vengeful but the way you
shifted their perception in the beginning made it interesting to read. It just kept building
and growing from there. Love this kind of reading - where the lines pull you to the next
cause it's too freaking good to stop reading.

That pic to me looks like the shape of a person merged with the tree. Reminds
me of that avatar you occasionally use - except this one is green.

As for your Friday and the nimrod who poked
fun of you - not worth your time. I promise:)
It's not your fault people are stupid.

So happy you had someone to intervene and help defuse your grenade and the situation.
You seem to enjoy what you do - glad it didn't make you start over at a new job.
I'm sure it would have felt like immediate gratification - but not worth losing your job buddy.

Always a pleasure to read your stuff!

If I was a Lord of the rings character, I'd be an Ent.  Lol.  Not exactly exciting or glamorous, but effective when called upon.  

Hey, Dolphins won.  So there!

As for my job. It's a decent job. I'm good at it, and it pays decent.  Been there almost nine years now.  That's good for me!  
But, I'd quit or get fired in a second, because I don't fall in love with jobs.  I have enough money and etc to take a year off (again) and then decide my next step.  I like peace.  Lol.

Thank you dear one, for the props on my write.  It was actually soothing to write. Like a nap or something.

This is well-crafted. And such peace that the crafting provides the reader! And that last line, you can't end it any better. I salute you, Styxian.

Thank you Aviola.  

I feel that this one doesn't even feel "poetic" until I got to the Mother Earth part, on down.  Maybe because my mood shifted. I dunno.  Anyway, that part and on saved me from hacking this one to bits.  
I appreciate your generous comment.  We are all peers to one another here, it makes us all stronger.

It's so easy to walk callous through the meadows of life.
But even things we find annoying can have great worth.
The dandelion symbolizing happiness, delights, and companions.
And I feel like I am walking through this meadow now.
Where I can hold your hand and make a wish with you.
While blowing on the dandelion and watching them dance.
These silent protests singing a song of calm and reflection.
Perhaps not angry but determined to impede the aggression.
A comforting blanket for two, sleeping in the fields.
And a tree has seen so many things, we have seen so many things.
Remove those layers of doubt, layers of aggression and pain.
It's those things that can kill the will to live. The love.
Gouging so many new wounds that never stop bleeding.
And to be a cutter, it is comforting in various ways.
I feel like the ancient tree is saying don't waste this gift.
Trying to speak it's centuries of wisdom, frustrated by silence.
Often those final words never find meaning, simply lost.
The encroaching grey can be peaceful, in the moment of death.
This release and transformation that seems to flood endorphins.
There always seems to be a final battle in that moment though.
Trying to keep the eyes open listening to the hush hush lullaby.
Ultimately the color will leave the eyes but the soul never will.
Because others who loved seeing them still will see those memories.
The ones they shared with you and ultimately join you there.
And back to the symbolism of dandelions celebrating a life.
Nothing is ever all that strong after all, we just think it is.
Until finally it isn't... Everything ends, and begins again.

All of your risque poetry and tantalizing comments to so many, is a disguise.
Like an armor.

You're actually an angel.   And that's a good thing, Kristina.  Many write of honor and goodness.  And some prove it in their actions.   You don't have to write it, your actions speak for you.  

So write your risque poetry.  Be that hot mess.   Real life is where we are judged.  
And you are held highly .

Oh, and thank you very much for your mirrored reply.   It's actually quite well done, and well received.  Thank you, Scoops.

That's so sweet. I really want to say something snarky but I just can't. :p Well not on that part anyway. I did write one called 'Fallen Angel' recently. I may have to post it. I am so glad you can see me for my actions. That means a lot to me. All I ever want to be is encouraging, supportive, kind, and fun. And share my passion. Can't help that... ;)

And definitely a hot mess for sure. lol I don't see that changing. But it never gets boring. :p

I am so happy you liked it. And another nickname, I love it. How many is that now? like 18. ;)

Ha!  You can't be snarky at the moment because my comment caught you off guard!  

And really, you're worried about a too long write of yours?  You do know I write in biblical proportions at times.  My attention span is still lengthy.  So lay it on us!

I admit nothing!

Haha, yeah well you do it so well in biblical proportions. A lengthy attention span is good because I like it when someone hold the attention for a very long time. ;) I like laying... nevermind... :p

For the life of me, I couldn't think of that word, when I wrote this;  "Crestfallen".   And yet that was the exact "mood" when starting the write.  So thank you!  

Thank you for the kind words.  And now your turn to fill your own page with your writes.  
This is all a trade to me.  So let's see it amigo!  I'm looking forward to it.

Dear S,

In continuation of the prior accolades I thought this write was such a great telling of the frustration and exhaustion of humankind. For me, it felt like that single moment of wanting to leave one’s mark on the world by carving an initial into the tree of life and then just sleeping out the agony of despair. I loved the detail of his laying out of the coat. That preparation and ritual of sleep is so relatable. Sometimes you simply have to put an end to a day that just couldn’t be called stellar. Your writing is so engrossing and you write for everyone no matter what the subject. Fantastic piece. H🌷
P.S. I think the picture looks like Mother Earth embracing her lost children with comfort and solace. 😊

Excellent synopsis H!  
And your thought about the tree picture was a cool approach, one that I didn't even think of.  But I can see it now.  
-I've had a crazy year, since last October.  In some ways it's the best one yet. And in other ways, I dunno.  More mental.

Thank you kindly for your truly insightful comment.  I like being dissected actually.  It helps me understand me better.