Saturday, January 10, 2009

Entry #45

Range of View
by Renee DeCarlo


it was quick, it was quiet, it was fast; a blue view of small proportions.... gaze inside a day when the sun shines a bright blue blessing of clear skies and the ease of breathing is all but forgotten.

fixed on the soft buzz of an upward motion the hem of his slightly frayed blue jeans wrapped around my imagination and so began the baffling alchemy of apteral aeronautics once again pulling the strings of a sleepy distracted life.

sensing a draw between yes and no the arousing sound of crimson fire and gritty dust stung my watery eyes creating a revolving revolution amidst the stomping of unified feet. powerless to refuse the motion of forward my numb bare feet shuffled to the plaintive chant echoed in the ancient ritual of fire. attending to the tribal embrace the bombardment of countless voices revealed hidden stories in a mesh of rattling shells drenching the crowded air.

entangled unaware the sounds and heat faded and the gentle blue bump of reaching the top compelled my eyes to see the next footprint required to keep from slipping.

17 comments:

JaneyV said...

Renee I'm not sure what you were saying here but there was a lot f beauty in it. I particularly liked the line
gaze inside a day when the sun shines a bright blue blessing of clear skies and the ease of breathing is all but forgotten.

JR's Thumbprints said...

we are all footprints, our names, our proper nouns, undeserving of capitalization, and to the extent that nothing need bring attention to itself except through the remnants of the past. of course, nowadays we'll leave digital footprints like yours or mine.

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

Very deep!A lot of description there :)

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

beautifully wrought - literary and artistic. I like this very much!

Lena said...

liked all the description in this piece. beautiful :)

Leatherdykeuk said...

Excellent prose!

laughingwolf said...

superb piece, renee, thank you :)

Anonymous said...

Weird. Very Ulysses.

Sarah Hina said...

We're all capable of such an infinite view.

You gave us many warm sensations and impressions to wrap around our imaginations, Renee. I liked this internal escape. Sometimes, we want to just keep dreaming.

peggy said...

Prose, beautiful words, Good job for sure!

anna j said...

lovely use of language . . . easy to let the words carry me away . . .

Catvibe said...

Hi Renee, I visited your blog earlier today so I realize now that this rendition is typical of your style of poetic prose. I like it for the beauty of the words alone, and how they blend and weave. Glad to know there is a name behind the blogger! :-)

Scott Ennis said...

This happens to me all the time. I catch a glimpse of something and it transports me somewhere else, somewhere just as real, until something draws me back to where I was. I call these my visions. You have captured the sensation as near perfectly as I could ever describe. Well done.

bluesugarpoet said...

Wow. What a beautifully, poetically, described vision. I could imagine exactly what you've described. Thanks for the ride! loved this entry.

jana

September said...

beautiful and poetic

Aniket Thakkar said...

The last line got me thinking... "the next footprint required to keep from slipping."... I wonder when my eye's will get smart enough to see that! An enchanting prose!

jason evans said...

Thanks for being a wonderful part of the contest!